GENESIS

“Who did this to you?” Kieran’s voice was sharp with anger. I looked up at him, my vision blurry from the tears running down my cheeks.

Then I noticed it—my blood had soaked into his clothes.

My heart lurched in panic.

I spun around quickly. As I grabbed the napkin from a nearby lady, Kieran turned me back around, but I had already started wiping his coat, trying to clean the mess I’d made.

What was I thinking, jumping on him like that?

The pain wasn’t even that bad. I’d gotten nosebleeds before—not just from being hit, but from overworking myself too.

So why did I react like that?...