Aaron
No one had told her. No one had given her the courtesy of a warning. I watched her face fall, her cheeks pale as a rush of panic swept over her features. She was still holding the toothbrush, gripping it so tightly her knuckles were white.
“Maeve, we… we don't have to do this right now, you know. We can wait until you're comfortable—"
“Why did no one tell me? You tried to tell me earlier, in the gym, didn't you?"
“Yeah, but I thought it would be better coming from someone, I don't know, in control? Horace, or Gemma—"
“Horace!" she exclaimed, turning away from me and retreating back into the bathroom. I heard her toss the toothbrush onto the counter, her figure hidden by the door that she left ajar. She came back out of the bathroom, scrunching her hair with a towel. “Horace is t
