Caitlyn's pov.
I watched Bonnie sip the hot chocolate slowly, clutching the mug with both her hands. She was still shivering even after changing into dry clothes and throwing a blanket on.
We were in the living room, and I couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to her or why she was outside during the storm. She seemed to be in a state of shock, and it only heightened my curiosity.
“Thank you, Caitlyn.” She let out a forced smile, dropping the mug with a click on the table. She clutched the blanket tighter, letting out a loud sigh.
“You still haven't told me what happened.” I leaned forward, waiting to hear her story, only for tears to stream down her face like an automated action.
“You won't believe it Caitlyn, I've lost everything!” She cried out, almost throwing hersel
