Gracie's POV
I started to walk toward the kitchen but paused as I heard the familiar voices of Amber and Collin.
“Are you sure nothing’s wrong?” Collin asked. I peeked around the corner and saw the two standing close together. Amber was stirring a bowl of punch, Collin was leaning on the counter next to her.
“Everything’s fine,” Amber replied, flashing Collin a bright smile before she returned her gaze back to the punch bowl, her expression becoming miserable again.
“Is it Ryan? Did he hurt you?” Collin asked and my stomach jumped.
“Of course not,” Amber answered in an exasperated voice. “I’ve known Ryan for years. He was always hanging out at the Uley house whenever I visited Claire when I was younger—” That’s right, bitch, because of me! “—we’re friends.”
“So if it isn’t Ryan, who’s hurting you?” Collin questioned, putting his hand lightly on Amber’s shoulder. She instantly froze.
“Please Am,” he said softly, taking a step closer to her. "Tell me what’s wrong."