I didn’t knock.
I didn’t pause.
I shoved the bathroom door open with a force that sent it slamming against the wall.
For half a second, my worst fear seemed confirmed.
Hannah was pressed against the tile wall, soaked from head to toe, her hair plastered to her face, skin unnaturally pale under the harsh bathroom light. Standing close to her was Noah Brooks, my younger brother, who lived in the apartment across the hall.
He was drenched too.
My vision tunneled. My mind screamed. Everything inside me shattered at once.
“Hannah?” I choked out, my voice barely recognizable.
Her lips trembled as she tried to speak. “It’s… it’s not what—”
“Shut the door!” Noah shouted suddenly, his voice raw with panic. “She almost died!”
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