♦Zachary's POV♦
I walk in front, very conscious of the understated tension enveloping the people walking behind me, vaguely I wondered what their deal was, particularly today because their dislike for each other wasn't openly shown.
That takes a backseat to the most worrisome thought in my head right now…
September.
I was beyond worried for her, I couldn't really support anyone because there's nothing more devastating than having to choose between your baby sister and the one you loved.
September's self-esteem is very fragile and I know that Arianna's words to her are going to hurt a freaking long time and will only get worse if Cameron doesn't survive this.
I rub a hand down my face at the implications of the messy situation, I had so much to lose.
Arianna had always been a little too emotional, there was no telling what she would do if Cameron died.
'Shit'
