This was my fault. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for the building collapsing. The guilt overtook the fear she had. If she had known, she would’ve never—Jioni’s stomach churned. Even though the coast seemed clear, she couldn’t stop running. Her hand reached out to the clinic door handle inches before she was even there. When she finally arrived, she yanked the door open and slammed it behind her.
“Jeez, Jioni, don’t break my door like you broke yours,” Emmitt said with his arms folded. His hair was dark blue and spiked. His slitted eyebrows raised as he waited for a response.
