Chapter 56

Abby

I didn’t leave my room the next day.

By the following afternoon, I had stopped pretending I might.

People came to me instead.

Chloe spent almost an hour sitting at the foot of my bed, her scraped knee bandaged beneath a pair of loose sweatpants. She talked about everything except the attack. Noah had apparently eaten enough leftover festival pastries to make himself sick. Someone had found one of my earrings under a table.

I knew what she was doing, and I was grateful enough not to ask her to stop.

I just didn’t have much to give back.

Before she left, she bent over me and wrapped both arms around my shoulders.

“You saved me,” she whispered.

I held on t