Knox’s POV

The next day, I am leaning against my locker after class as my eyes scan the crowded hallway. No sign of Skye. Not in the first period of class, not in the cafeteria, not even a sign of her. It’s like she’s vanished, and it’s messing with my head, not getting to see her.

My stomach twist in discomfort, a knot of worry I can’t shake or understand. Did she skip school because of me? Because of that damn video of her slapping me that’s probably circling everyone’s phones ...