86_Delete Everything

Jennifer POV

I couldn’t feel my hands.

They were trembling—numb at the fingertips, clammy, and stupid. I stared at them as I stumbled into the alley behind the antique store café, my chest squeezing tighter with every breath I managed to drag into my lungs.

She dropped. She just dropped.

I didn’t even kick her that hard. It wasn’t like I meant to—God, I didn’t mean to—

My stomach flipped, bile pushing into the back of my throat. I bent over, bracing my hands ...