Chapter 37: The Caregiver

A white arc shot through the air, right in front of us. Because Jayla was crouched with her face so close, she didn't react in time. It splattered all over her face. She froze, flustered, not yet processing what had happened, with it all over her face; she looked especially disheveled and humiliated. Marlee stared, dumbstruck, disbelief in her eyes. When it finally sank in, her face drained of color, her eyes rimmed red. She didn't say a word. She shot me a furious, wounded look, then spun...