Having been sufficiently scolded, I wait until Elsa leaves me and goes to check on Eve. She takes the crying girl into her office, and I let out a sigh as I sit down next to Drew, whose face is pale.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when he does speak, his voice is rough. “I’m sorry.”

I shoot him a confused look. “For what?”

He rubs his hands over his face. “I should’ve helped you. I should have—”

“I would have been very pissed if you had gotten involved, ...