is expression a mixture of sus

o toss the blood-soaked paper towel in

ing in two wee

sn't ready to give them the satisfactio

turning to the forefront. He didn't ask about my side of the

cusatory. "The doctor said she needs to rest it. She was c

e," I replied flatly. "I

You what? Because of this?

t because of a

He walked past me and went upstairs to his room, the one he still kept in my

the gardenias Danial had planted for me years ago, because he knew they were my favorite,

just mad

s illness. An allergic reaction, the doctors had said, but they could never identify the trigger. I stumb

room. I staggered back, my legs feeling weak. I saw my purse on the coffee table and lunged for it, knoc

. The inhaler wasn't there. The EpiPen wasn't there. Panic

the hospital. He walked in to see me gas

distress. They fixed on the

," he said, his voice dangerous

suffocating. He s

rst the trophy, now this. What is wrong with you, Angel

oulders and shoo

ead hit the sharp corner of the bookshelf. A flash of w

t raw. I could breathe again, though each breath was a painful effort. I pus

icking up the larger pieces of his moth

the spare EpiPen I kept in a hidden pocket. With a shaking hand, I jammed it into

The relief was immediate. I leaned against the sink, looking at my reflection in the mirror. There was a gash on my

Danial continued to clean up his precious vas