C12 Twelve

Medora

I pulled my hand away from his grip and rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked softly, frustration lacing his voice.

“Can we go upstairs and talk?” I swallowed hard, unable to meet his eyes.

My mind couldn’t fully process what I was about to do, but I knew I needed to. Clyde knocked on the window, catching Barry’s attention