"Why?"
I heard two voices, one from the phone and one right behind me.
Stunned, I turned around.
Easton stood behind me, his expression blank. Esther was on his arm, her face equally puzzled.
"Uh..."
I quickly hung up the phone, my mind racing to come up with an explanation.
The veins in Easton's temple bulged as he marched over and grabbed my arm, demanding, "What's going on with you?"
My post-dialysis body couldn't handle his grip. I tried to pull away but couldn't, so I winced and said, "It's just appendicitis. I had a minor surgery. You don't need to..."
"What are you doing? Let go of her!"
Landon came running over with a lunchbox, pulled me behind him, and stared seriously at Easton.
Easton flexed his fingers, glancing between us.
I knew this was his expression when he was furious.
He then said, "Rylee, explain it."
