Chapter 15

• The first lesson passed like every other: dull voices, scratching pens, air thick with teenage boredom. I didn’t bother writing. My mind wandered Clara’s sharp voice from the car replaying in fragments. You hurt me. You threw me off a chair.
• She was right, of course. But she didn’t understand I didn’t mean to hurt her. Not physically, at least. I just needed to remind her who she was dealing with.
• When the bell rang, I leaned back, watching her from the corner of my eye as she pretended I didn’t exist. She always tried to look strong, like she wasn’t affected. But people’s eyes betray them always. And hers? They flickered. Every. Single. Time.