felt so heavy. And I really hope I was right, and you are in on this whole secret society of strangeness, and you don’t just think i’m crazy, because that is a very strong possiblity that’s on the top of my theory list—”
“Embry.” Still completely calm. He reached out to put his hand on my shoulder, but retracted it immidiately. Odd.
“You’re not crazy.” He was cracking. Perfect. Then he stopped. He wanted to tell me, but it seemed really hard. Why couldn’t he just explain to me what I am. Then he readjusted his posture. “Your back?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Your back..it’s painful?” He was patient.
“Yes. It’s gory.”
“Take your shirt off.”
“What?!”
“Don’t be immature, Embry.” Thank God I chose to wear a bra to bed. I had a feeling if he didn’t have a weird reason to avoid contact with me, he would have pulled it off himself by now. I slowly removed my t-shirt, displaying the disgusting image for C.J. to see.