Noah's POV
This boy being here in this woods makes no sense to me. It's… what's the word again? A mystery.
Mystery: a thing you don't understand but really want to.
He shouldn't be here. The woods are quiet now and, even if it's calm and relaxing, there's no way I can forget what I ran from. Flashing lights; red and blue. Loud voices. Mama turning purple. Mama shaking. Mama dying.
I close my eyes and suck in a breath.
I couldn't do anything… I was useless…
"You're hurt."