Her head jerked toward the bedroom door when the sound of heavy footsteps moved toward her. Dammit, she couldn’t let Irene see her arm. She quickly scanned the room for something to cover the cut and grabbed a T-shirt lying on the floor. The door flew open and the light turned on. Lexi jumped onto her bed and pulled the covers over her body. “What was that noise?” Irene stormed into the room and glanced around. “It sounded like glass breaking.” Lexi turned toward the window. The glass had a large indentation about the size of a quarter. Several cracks extended from it to the edges of the window. “I think a bird hit my window and cracked it.” “What a relief. I thought something—” Irene turned toward Lexi. “Oh, my God, what have you done?” She grabbed Lexi’s wrist and made a tourniquet with her T-shirt to stop the bleeding. “You tried to commit suicide. At least you didn’t cut any tendons or need stitches. But you’ll have a nasty scar when it heals.” “It’s not what you’re thinking.”
