I can't focus on anything Professor Chen is saying about Shakespeare and tragic heroines. All I can think about is the cruel smile on Stella's face and the way she mouthed "soon" like a threat.

My hands shake as I try to take notes, but the words on the page look like meaningless scribbles. Every few minutes, I feel the urge to turn around and look at her again, but I force myself to stare straight ahead.

She knows. Somehow, Stella Morrison knows exactly who I really am.

The girl who's ...