Ava's POV
I stopped in my tracks.
A sharp set of footsteps ran behind me, and Adele rushed up again and grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt.
Probably because I had just pushed her hand away, I noticed that she had tried to hold my hand for a moment and then grabbed the corner of my shirt.
"Don't touch it, Adele," my voice was low. "There's blood on that and it'll get your hands dirty."
I didn't expect the words to simply act like a switch. She suddenly stiffened and lost all movement, followed by two convulsions, and then suddenly let out a loud cry.
That cry is like a child being abandoned alone in a cold snow-covered wilderness, with full of aggression and trepidation, crying people's whole hearts are sore.
I turned around and crouched down to look at her, trying to call her name
