But no one had any right to comment on what happened. They could only look away, no longer watching.
Except for Hannah.
She silently looked in Vincent's direction, seeing him crack a comforting smile at her from his bruised mouth.
Silently mouthing, "Don't be afraid."
He curled his fingers, trying hard to suppress his screams of pain. He didn't want Hannah to hear and become scared. He moved as much as he could into the corner, out of her sight.
But she watched him like a shadow, like having walked through snow and ice and stepping into a room full of warmth. The warmth touched his heart, yet burned on his skin.
He had longed for this attention, but now he wanted to escape from it.
She caught his weak gaze, his eyelashes trembling, stars scattering from them. She sighed softly, "So foolish."
