TEN
“I’m sorry, Marcy.” Bryce shook his head. Thomas rested on the grass, a rolled-up jacket for a pillow. Despite Bryce’s bandaging, his wound continued to bleed. He coughed, and Marcy ran back to his side. Bryce stepped away uncomfortably. “What are you even doing back here?” he asked, not knowing what else to say or do.
“We went with Kern,” she said, her voice breaking into a sob. “First Kern, now you,” she cried into Thomas’ shirt, unable to hold back her emotions any longer.
“Kern … was hurt?” he asked hesitantly.
“Kern was killed at the wall,” she swiped the tears from her red, swollen eyes.
“Oh, Marcy, I’m sorry.” He put a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off. Deciding to give her space, he turned his attention to the girl who was with Marcy when he found them. She sat
