Arlo
I find myself outside Maisie's bathroom, the door closed. I hear the muffled sound of her crying and panic sets in. "Maisie, open the door! Please!" I shout, banging on the door with all my strength. When there’s no response, I slam my shoulder into it, breaking it open.
I see her in the bathroom, blood pooling around her. My heart stops. "No, no, no," I whisper, rushing to her side. Her wrists are slashed, the razor blade lying on the floor. I grab a towel, pressing it against the wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me, Maisie. Please, stay with me," I beg, my voice cracking.
I shout for Camden, my voice echoing through the house. "Camden! Get help! Now!"
Maisie’s eyes flutter, and I hear faintly she say no one can hurt her anymore, her breath shallow. I can see her
