At that moment, Wesley returned from the drug store carrying a bag. After getting in the car, he turned round and tossed it to me. Yes, he tossed it, rather than handing it to me.

I caught it instinctively and opened it up to find a box of iodine, band-aids, and cotton swabs—disinfecting supplies.

"Mr. Wenn, thank you."

Wesley frowned. "You have a bruise on your face, June."

Only then did I take out my phone to use it as a mirror and noticed a cut on my face from ...