She ran.
And it was entirely my fault.
Because my emotions got the better of me — that blind desperation that had pushed me to grab her, to scream, to turn into something frightening — and above all because, until that moment, I hadn't considered what role Snow might actually play in all of this. I had looked at her without really seeing her. A potential ally treated like a disposable tool.
And now she was gone.
I cried.
I cried so much I ran out of tears entirely, sitting on the edge of the bed with my knees pulled to my chest. I cried for Snow, who had fled in terror. I cried thinking and rethinking about my friends — Sebastian with his crooked smile, Danielle with her loud laugh.
I cried over the possibility — which kept growing like a shadow in my mind — that all of this might ha
