Chapter 266: The Picnic- After
SEDONA
I don't remember deciding to get to him. I just remember being beside him. My knees on the grass. My hands were hovering over his small body because I didn't know yet where it was safe to touch.
"Nick." My voice didn't sound like mine.
"Nick, baby, look at me. Nick."
His eyes were closed. Blood was moving along his hairline in a thin, steady line, dark against his skin, more of it than my mind could process as anything except catastrophic.
"Don't move him," my mother's voice, sharp and clear above the chaos, already on her knees on the other side of him. "Sedona, don't move him. Just talk to him."
"Nick," I said again. My hands found his, careful, steady despite everything in me that wasn't steady at all. "I'm here. I'm right here."
His eyes op
