Autumn's POV

George and I sat on the stone bench in the park, the air quiet around us. I was still trying to calm my breathing, but at least I wasnt crying anymore. My hoodie sleeves were damp from wiping my face, and my throat felt tight like Id been screaming for hours.

He looked at me, then pulled something out of his pocket. Here, he said, holding out a small bottle. Its a calming drink. Nothing heavyjust herbs and fruit. It helps ...