Chapter 18

EVANGELINE POINT OF VIEW 

Principal Morrison's office smells like coffee and old leather. The walls are lined with diplomas and awards, each one a reminder of authority and order. But sitting in the hard wooden chair across from her massive desk, I feel anything but orderly.

My hair is still damp from Celeste's water. My uniform sticks to my skin in uncomfortable places. The crescent mark on my wrist throbs like a second heartbeat.

Celeste sits in the ...