-Veronica P. O. V.-
Martha's broken tone scared me and I didn't even want to think about the meaning behind her words. I followed her scent and everyone who stood with us at the table went with.
Her scent led me to closed doors from behind which I heard silent sobs. I knocked on the door and said.
"Martha, are you in here? Can I come in?"
"Are you alone?" - she asked. Her voice was shaking.
"No, but they can stay outside."
"Ok, just you."
I entered the room and to say I was shocked was a big understatement. There she was, my best friend, sitting naked on the floor hugging her knees. She had some blood on her thighs, and that alone gave me the picture of what happened in here.
" Hun, can you stand up?" - but she shook her head and started crying harder. I looked around and saw
