Chapter 91 The Thing Forgiveness Is Not

• Jules POV
• I see it happen from across the quad on a Tuesday, and I almost walk the other way.
• Veronica is standing at the edge of a group she used to be the absolute center of — three girls I recognize from the social architecture she spent years constructing. The girls are not being cruel. I think that might actually be worse. They are simply avoiding her, conducting a conversation that curves slightly away from where she is standing, and Veronica is doing the thing I watched myself do in my worst months — laughing a half-second too late, speaking a little too brightly, working too hard to hold a space that used to be given freely.