Tiffany had never been more aware of her own reflection.
She stared into the mirror above the school restroom sink, watching the way her fingers trembled as she reapplied her lip balm. Her eyes were tired, rimmed in red. There were shadows under them that no makeup could hide.
Someone had watched her sleep.
Someone had been in her room.
And now… they were watching her here.
She could feel it—like a breath on her neck she couldn’t swat away.
She left the restroom, pushing through the hallway crowd like a ghost, drifting between students who whispered behind their phones and eyes.
At her locker, a small white envelope waited.
Folded, taped shut.
Her name typed neatly on the front.
Tiffany glanced around—no one looked guilty. No one looked at her at all.
She peeled the tape off slo
