Genevieve:
"No!" I replied, quickening my pace as I walked through the hallway. Emre had asked me the same question in three different ways, and after answering him the first time, I avoided making eye contact with him the rest of the times.
It wasn't that I was jealous or anything, but it brought back memories of the pain I had endured on that day. Sure, I hadn't cried out loud or shown my agony to anyone, but Ron had been a friend when nobody else was there for me. I still remembered him sneaking food through the windows whenever I was locked in the storeroom as a punishment all by myself.
Losing him was like losing my childhood hero.
As we entered the living room, I witnessed a scene that I knew would soon be a part of my life. Wolvin was sitting on the couch, watching TV, and Mrs.
