I go back to my room in a daze, feeling like what I saw wasn’t real, but I see the worried look on Vern’s face and I know it was very much real. I make my way to the bed, Vern following closely behind. I take a seat and she does the same
“This might be a stupid question, but are you okay?” she asks, placing a gentle hand on my knee.
I think I nod.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
I shake my head. “I’m not,” I say and take a look at her, “I’m glad I saw.”
“Oh,” she says, confused.
“I think I’m going to kill her.”
She’s about to say something when a knock at the door interrupts her. Our heads turn towards the doorway where Grayson is patiently waiting.
“Can we talk?” he asks.
I feel Vern’s eyes glance back and forth between us as they wait for my answer.
“Sure,” I say at last.
Ver
