“What happened?” Calden knelt beside her and tried to stop the bleeding on her knee with a handkerchief.
Celina was crying and talking incoherently, her words coming out in gasps between sobs. The dramatic nature of her reaction seemed almost theatrical, as if she were performing grief rather than experiencing it.
“Pull yourself together!” Calden scolded his sister. “Have you called for an ambulance?”
Celina pointed to her purse lying on the grass beside her, its contents scattered across the lawn. Her phone was nowhere to be seen among the spilled makeup and credit cards.
Calden swore under his breath. He yelled at Nicholas, “Call an ambulance!”
Celina sobbed, “I don’t… I don’t know what happened. She just… I just turned around for a second. The next thing I knew, she was
