That afternoon was unusually quiet in the library, with rows of desks bathed in golden light from the tall windows. Still attempting to ignore the sound of Roman's harsh words in the cleaning room, Desiree put her bag down. Her chest tightened whenever she replayed it, his voice still sharp in her head: What are you doing with that boy?

She shook the thought away and pulled out her notebook, determined to bury herself in work. If her grades don't pick up and her father finds out, she was as ...