First, she looked at the shards of mirror scattered across the floor. Then she looked at my face, and finally, her attention settled on my left hand.
“Easton, let go of that,” she said, her voice almost trembling. “You’re hurting yourself.”
I swallowed when I realized that I was gripping a shard of broken mirror far too tightly in my left hand.
So tightly that the inside of my palm was already a mess.
When Ashley tried to approach me, I stepped back.
That surprised both of us.
“Easton, please, let go of it,” she begged as a tear rolled down her cheek.
That was enough to make me obey.
I opened my hand and dropped the glass.
“Oh my God... what happened?”
All I could do was stare at her.
My mind was completely blank, and no words came out of my mouth.
I simply didn’t know what to
