Coming home was never supposed to be a thing that hurts, but the emotions were something Ariel wasn't prepared for.

The closer she gets to the building that she once called home, the heavier her legs feel.

Every time anyone passed by her, she'd quickly hide her face with her hair. Afraid anyone would see her.

Afraid anyone would recognize her.

As the ex-convict.

As the girl who murdered her classmate cause of jealousy.

With her heart pounding so hard against her chest, ...