I walked into the records office the next morning with a smile plastered on my face.

It was fake, but I'd learned yesterday that showing weakness only invited more attacks. So I'd smile and be cheerful and act like everything was fine, even if inside I felt like I was slowly crumbling.

"Good morning, Harriet!" I said brightly, setting my bag down at my desk.

Harriet looked up from her coffee, her eyes crinkling with amusement. "Well, someone's in a good mood this morning. What's got you so ...