LITTLE BUNNY

I stared down at my fingers, the knuckles white from gripping the sheet so tightly. Jimi watched everything unfold, and I waited for him to say something—anything—but he stayed silent. That worried me even more. His little eyes simply darted between me and Fred, as if he were trying to piece it all together.

“Little bunny?” Fred murmured softly, as though checking to see if I was okay.

I opened my mouth, but no words came. The tears I had been holding back did. I stared at ...