JASMIN
The school hallway felt cold and uncomfortable that morning. My footsteps echoed softly on the smooth floor as I walked toward my locker, each step sending small jolts of pain through my bruised ribs.
The faint scent of floor cleaner mixed with old books and the distant chatter of students created a normal atmosphere, yet nothing felt right anymore.
I reached my desk in the corner of the library and sat down carefully, pulling out my phone.
My fingers moved over the screen as I tried to write a careful anonymous post.
I wanted to expose Henry's betrayal to the entire school without putting myself in even more danger.
I was so focused on choosing every single word that I did not notice the change in the room around me until it was too late.
Eyes turned in my direction from every single corner of the room. Some students offered soft, sympathetic looks that made my skin crawl with discomfort.
