The two of them reluctantly followed Jane Sterling to the library, long faces in tow.
Meanwhile, Susan Quinn was dejectedly moving her things into a van.
The people gathered around in twos and threes all seemed to be looking at her with silent scorn.
Susan Quinn didn't dare to look up or meet anyone's gaze. Tears welled in her eyes, and her lip trembled.
'I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't even know about that whole thing, so why is everyone treating me like this?'
She wiped her tears and got into the passenger seat of the van.
The window shut out the sound of the growing gossip outside. Susan clenched her fists, her whole body trembling as she cried from the injustice.
Her sobs were choked and unstoppable.
The driver beside her adjusted his baseball cap, a faint smile playing on his lips beneath his mask.
He pulled out a tissue and held it out to Susan Quinn.
