Forty-three
Cody
Cassie twisted and turned in the bed, pushing the damp sheets off with her feet. Each moan tore into my heart. I held onto her hand, hoping that somehow I could take away the pain just by holding it.
“Cassie, something’s wrong. You shouldn’t be hurtin’ like this.” Was it supposed to be this painful? I had no idea, but I couldn’t stand to see her like this. I leaned over and pushed back the hair plastered against her sweaty brow.
“It only hurts a little bit.” Her face paled and her body tensed. I winced as her fingers clamped down on mine like claws of iron. Hell’s fire! Somehow she got superpower strength overnight.
“Breathe, Chile,” Willa Mae said. “The pain will pass soon enough.”
“Are you sure?” I glanced frantically over at Emma Dawson’s calm face. “Emma, can’t y
