By Tuesday morning the tension around me felt almost alive. It clung to the air like static. I had barely slept, replaying Harry and Mary’s argument again and again. Henry’s name kept repeating in my head, each time sounding darker. More dangerous. Whatever was hidden between those three adults had nothing to do with me originally, yet now it was my problem too. Because I was living in Elena’s skin. Because whatever secret they were hiding belonged to her.

I arrived at school exhausted ...