12: Secrets

Logan

The bell finishes its last insistent ringing, fading away into the background as people in the room continue their conversations. I look to my right and frown, seeing the empty seat. Where is she?

Mr. Baylee walks up to the board at the front of the class and opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by the door opening with a rush of wind. Standing in the doorway with swollen eyes and hair in a frizz is Anyra.

She doesn’t ...