Josh's POV
I'm heading over to Chloe's house before my movie date with Maddie tonight. It seems like she may need some cheering up.
Holding the chicken cutlets - Chloe's favorite - and mashed potatoes my mom made in my hands, I swing open the Lukasiak's front door, as I've always done.
"Chlo I brought you something!" I holler up the stairs, but she doesn't reply.
I shrug and place the dish down on the kitchen table and job upstairs.
When I get into Chloe's room she's just sitting on her bed, reading. The aqua blue sweatshirt shes wearing looks amazing on her, not that I'd ever tell her that.
"It's 90 degrees out Chlo. I'm sweating through my t-shirt, how are you not dying?" I scoff.
She merely shrugs. "I made dinner." I sing-song. Chloe rolls her eyes at me. I heave a mock sigh and add,
"Okay. We'll do this the hard way." I pick her up with ease and begin her downstairs. She tries to squirm out of my arms and falls to the ground.
I reach out to help Chloe up, and the sleeve rolls down.
I gasp.
Her wrists are wrapped in bandages.
