{HUNTER}
I hit my door shut as soon as Fred drove off and I start heading towards the room where she is.
I push the door open slowly, but I find her standing right in the middle of the room.
Her eyes are too wide, like I just snuck up on her.
All the color is gone from her face. She’s holding her purse so tight like she wants to run away.
This is not the way she was when I left here twenty minutes ago.
“Sweetie, what is it?” I grab her arm, pulling her gently toward me.
She opens her mouth but no sound comes out.
She has this look on her face, like a kid who just got pulled from deep water after almost drowning.
I pull her close, my arms going around her waist.
“Hermione, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“That’s… that’s Mr. Frederick,” she whispers, her voice so quiet I barely cat
