Chapter 120

• Zara – First Person POV
• The restroom door creaked behind me as I stepped out, my palms still damp from where I’d pressed them against the cold sink. My reflection wouldn’t leave my mind—Talia’s calm face, her voice, those words that didn’t add up no matter how I tried to twist them.
• The corridor was quiet, only the faint hum of voices drifting from distant classrooms. I took a breath, hoping the air would clear my head, but instead I nearly jumped when a familiar voice cut through the silence.