Chapter 2Wes threw himself Finn’s direction. “Are you okay—never mind, stupid question—don’t move yet—”
His own pants were getting soaked, kneeling on drenched steps. He’d dropped their bag of books someplace. “Finn? Talk to me.”
“I think,” Finn said, “I’m okay,” but he did not sound sure about it. Stunned, instead. He’d tried to catch himself, and the side of his hand was scraped and pink and raw. He hadn’t moved much. “Ow? Maybe. I can’t tell yet.”
The kids had vanished, either not having noticed or afraid of consequences. Wes swore under his breath. “We should get you out of the rain. Inside, at least.”
Finn was inspecting his hand, and the sleeve of his hoodie. “Oh…look, the edge got torn…I wonder if that’s fixable…I do know how to sew…hey, that might be blood, that’s red…”
“Did y
