Freyja
I can’t believe I almost killed Peter with a spoon dipped in peanut butter. I felt absolutely terrible about the whole thing. Gwen and Ginny have been trying to make me feel better, but it wasn’t helping. I came to the room to lay down.
“Is Peter okay?” I asked Elle, who had checked on Peter after the doctor and Everett carried him back down to the medical wing.
“Yes, the doctor gave him epinephrine and some antihistamine,” She said. “He’s sleeping now.”
“I’m such an i***t,” I groaned.
“You didn’t know, it’s okay,” she said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
“I just wanted to help jumpstart a memory,” I said.
“He is going to be fine,” she reassured me again.
“Freyja?” Matilda called from the doorway. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I happened t
