Sarcasm dripped from his every word, anger flooded Jane’s face in a tidal wave of red. She bowed her head and stole a glance at Ethan, the venom in his stare felt like it had frozen her blood in her veins - a stinging gust of cold air that brought tears to her eyes.

He suspects me too, she thought with a stab of pain. And who could blame him? She had brought this on herself. In order to make the bullying stop, she had taken the easy way out, and — as Darren Leister had said — it ...