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August 6
CHAPTER 21
There was blood on Emmett’s hands as he reached to silence his morning alarm: a dark, crusted smear across his palm, trailing grimy tracks down his wrist.
He pulled off his CPAP mask and sat up, gazing at his upturned palms. Bella came sniffing and he pushed her away with his forearm, afraid she might lick; he’d heard dogs carried germs in their mouths that could infect a cut.
But he wasn’t injured. There was no pain even when he squeezed his fists closed.
Cold realization washed over him: the blood wasn’t his.
He reached back into his memory of the previous night, found it hazy. The last thing he remembered was leading SAT prep at Future Makers. Attendance was light; this time of year, the kids just wanted to hang out with their friends. Like Lizette always used to say, summer was for getting stupid.
Lizette. He needed to know she was okay, that this wasn’t—
He pulled the covers back and stuck his head into the hall. He could hear Tubbs clawing Lizette’s door, wanting out. What was he trying to get away from? Emmett’s heart pattered like the beat he rapped on her door. “Lizette? I’m coming in.” He burst into the dark room.
Two bodies rolled over in the bed and stared blearily toward him. “What is it?” Lizette said.
Emmett stammered. “S-sorry, I just— Tubbs was crying. I’m gonna run him out.”
Armando groaned and Lizette’s head flopped onto the pillow.
“Come on,” Emmett whispered to the dogs, shutting the door behind them. He stopped in the bathroom to wash his hands before taking them to pee. The water flowed hot and dirty pink over his skin, staining the porcelain but tempering his panic. It wasn’t Lizette’s blood. Of course it wasn’t. Why would it have been?
More important, if it didn’t belong to either of them, whose was it? Why couldn’t he remember?
A fresh wave of panic made his skin crawl. Implausible as it was, there was no other explanation: he had made someone (or something?) bleed, then blocked the whole thing out.
He’d never done anything like that before, had he? Emmett was a lot of things, but he wasn’t violent. He couldn’t even watch blood on-screen.
