Kafka's voice was quiet, but it made every one of their hearts stop.
"Now..." He said, each word measured. "Can anyone tell me...what exactly you all are doing here?"
It was as if a single breath passed through the group and instantly—
...every head, every head, turned toward June in perfect unison.
June blinked, caught off guard, her lips parting.
"W-What?...Why are you guess looking at me?!"
One of the younger girls made a tiny, desperate noise.
Another, standing behind her, gestured subtly in June's direction as if to say, "You explain, Ma'am. You started this.'
The betrayal hit instantly and June's mouth slackened.
Oh, unbelievable...Yes, she had been the first to come here, but now, with all eyes drilling into her, it was obvious they were ready to throw her under the bus without hesitation.
