Teresa

“Are you okay, Bennett?” I reached out for him and held his back. He pushed me away.

“No, get away from me!” He snapped and looked away.

“There must be something I can do to help,” I cried. “Is it the curse?”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Teresa,” he waved me off, eyes tightly shut as he doubled over, before falling on his knees. “Get away from me.”

At a loss for what to do, I knew the only thing left was to call Keller. Keller was his brother and ...