Jenna presses the napkins against the gash, chewing her lip as she watches the pieces of broken glass on the table. Looking from Harry to Bastion, she whispers:"What's happening to me? This morning I had trouble opening a jar of jam..."
Jenna presses the napkins against the gash, chewing her lip as she watches the pieces of broken glass on the table. Looking from Harry to Bastion, she whispers:"What's happening to me? This morning I had trouble opening a jar of jam..."