“What’s taking so long?” I hear Seth from behind me.
I turn to see him leaning against the door, his arms crossed, frowning at me. He'd be beautiful if he wasn't so mad at me. I don’t want to admit that I can’t do something as basic as tie my shoes, but I don’t have anything else that will work for this long walk to the border. “I can’t tie my shoes and I don’t have anything without laces that will work.” I whisper, completely embarrassed.
I know he’s upset with me, but I see his entire body visibly soften as he steps forward and takes my hand, realizing I’d removed the splint. “Why didn’t you just come get me?”
“You’re mad. I didn’t want to bother you.” I say, pulling my hand away and wrapping my arms around myself.
“I’m not mad. I just don’t know what to do, Molly.” he says,
