Macy's POV

Breakfast was quiet. Everyone ate their food without saying a word. Derick didn’t come down for breakfast, and I knew it was because of me.

My conscience weighed heavily for everything that had happened, and I couldn’t even eat this morning.

Greg looked fine, though. My eyes scanned his body for injuries or maybe a few broken bones, but I found nothing.

He looked like he’d had a good night’s rest. Greg was energetic and ate a lot, judging by the amount of food he consumed.

I felt relieved seeing him happy and back to his old self. I had been scared something bad might have happened to...