Jules found me in the darkroom on Thursday, exactly the way I should have expected, since it was the one place at Ridgeview that had always belonged to me before it belonged to anyone else.
I heard the door before I saw her, the specific click of it closing rather than swinging shut on its own, and when I turned from the developing trays she was already leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, watching me with an expression that had none of her usual warmth left in it.
"We need to talk," she said.
"About what."
"You know about what." Her voice was quiet, controlled, but there was an edge underneath it now that hadn't been there a week ago. "I've been thinking a lot about how that information got out. About who would've had the patience to sit on something like that and wait f
