Alicia’s POV

Before I even saw my graduation piece, a sense of dread had already settled in my stomach.

The school was filled with Christine’s people; I couldn’t help but wonder if my artwork had already met an unfortunate fate. 

My mind raced back to where I had hidden the pieces, praying that she hadn’t found them. But when I reached the spot where I’d stashed the paintings and found it empty, my heart sank. 

Yet, a sliver of hope remained. That is, ...