Into the Woods

POV: Kinsley

"You guys really didn't have to stay behind and do this," I muttered, my voice barely carrying over the quiet, repetitive scrape of a sponge against the damp wooden porch.

The aftermath of Brantley's brutal attack had left my small house in complete, chaotic disarray. Neighbors had spent hours peering through their windows, whispers had already begun to circulate wildly through town