*Eva*

“Eva!” Vincent’s loud voice tore me from my reverie.

I looked down at the board and I realised then that I was bleeding.

“Shit,” I ran to the sink and turned on the faucet, trying to wash away the blood. Vincent was at my side in two seconds with a small first aid kit in hand.

“Where is your head at?” He removed my hand from the running water so he could analyse it more closely. “You have been out of it all morning. Is ...