SPECIAL CHAPTER: SARAH’S POV

The hallway was noisy, kids brushing past with their bags and half-finished conversations, but I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, not wanting to catch anyone’s attention. I walked with purpose, even though my mind was racing. I could still hear those girls’ voices from class, echoing in my head, the ones who couldn’t stop talking about Ciara like she was some goddess fallen to earth. Even when she wasn’t in the room, she managed to pull the air out of ...