"Hm. All right."

But what happened instead was that she ended up standing in front of the closed refrigerator, staring blankly at the door, fingers resting on the handle. She chewed on her lip until it went bitter with her tainted blood just below the skin. Connor's anxiety was almost a palpable thing. Telling him couldn't possibly be worse than not telling him. Well, it could, but she refused to entertain the thought. Taking a deep, steeling breath, she turned back around.

"Connor."