The bell had barely rung when I realized Joey and Victoria had been watching me all morning. Not whispering behind lockers. Not glancing occasionally. Watching. Tracking every move Elena’s body made, as if they sensed something was off before I even spoke.

I felt their stares like a weight between my shoulder blades while I walked the hallway. Elena’s steps were lighter, smaller, but I could not seem to mimic them perfectly. I kept walking too fast. Standing too straight. Looking people in ...