June

The hallway is silent, and only the faint hum of the air conditioner fills the space as I walk, the smell of sour milkshake clinging to my dress. I keep my eyes down, moving fast, praying no one sees me like this.

My thoughts are louder than my footsteps.

What just happened? Was it really an accident?

The look in Natalya’s eyes—it was unreasonable.

I press my lips together, swallowing the lump forming in my throat. I just need to find a restroom, clean up, and hide until the meeting ...