Chapter 13

• I stare at myself in the mirror the next morning, still utterly dumfounded from the events of last night. Someone had tried to … kidnap me? In the parking lot of the club? I still can’t fully comprehend it. On my drive home, I’d been shaking uncontrollably, scared that somehow he was able to follow me. I’d only let myself relax once I was safe inside my apartment with the door locked.
• My mind wanders to the strange notes I’d found in my locker. Are they all from the same person? The man who’d attacked me last night? It feels so unreal. Like something that doesn’t happen in real life.
• I survey my appearance. Overnight, my cheekbone has turned a deep purple. Probably from where I’d fallen on the pavement. It’s tender to the touch, and I wince as I apply a heavy dose of makeup, trying to cover up what I can.