LUKE pov
It is all my fault. I shouldn’t have made him climb the tree. I should have taken him to his parents. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been hurt like this. Right now, I am feeling so bad about this. I saw his mother. Her face was red from crying. Her eyes were puffy. Even aunt Wilma looked heartbroken. Her constant smile is nowhere to be seen. This is my fault. I thought I could hold him but I was wrong. If only I managed to move that rock in time, he wouldn’t have hit his head on it. And then maybe he wouldn’t be unconscious.
I sighed. I had listened to what mummy and aunty Tina spoke about in the corridor. I knew no one would tell me. So I listened to them secretly. Others may not be aware of it, but I made the air carry the conversation to my ears. How I wish I could make him rig
