Chapter 61: Hives Outbreak
Logan's POV
I noticed the hives first at breakfast.
Nick had come down already dressed for school, dragging his backpack by one strap the way Mrs. Peterson always told him not to, and I was halfway through my second coffee and a stack of emails I'd been ignoring since yesterday, but had no choice but to start going through there, even though it was literally the last thing that i wanted to do.
I looked up when he climbed onto the kitchen stool, and something made me look closer—something in the way he kept shifting, his shoulders twitching, his fingers scratching absently at his forearm.
"What's on your arm, buddy?"
He looked down at it like he'd forgotten it was attached to him before he shrugged his shoulders as he replied. "Itchy."
I came around the is
