LIYA'S POV
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"Anna!" my father calls my mother in a panic as I pull my sweater on. His voice is hoarse and something is clearly wrong. I slip my feet into my flipflops before darting out the door, finding my mother rushing down the stairs. "Mom, what's wrong?" I ask, following her, "As if I should know." she snaps at me and I let her cold tone roll off because I know that she doens't know what's going on.
We find my dad carrying Keegan into the house and I stop in my tracks, staring with wide eyes at my friend, "What happened?" I ask confused, "I don't know, he was laying unconscious under the tree." my father puts him down in the living room on the couch, "I'll call Gregory." my mother mutters and even though we have nothing to do with this, it might look bad. "No, we...we can't." my
