AMARIS’S POV
I burst into the corridor, heart pounding, pulse racing, whirling on my feet as my eyes searched through every passing face, every strange glance sent my way, as though it might somehow reveal the one who had sent the letter.
No. Not a letter.
That suicide note—signed with my name.
The frigid hands of fear gripped my heart—dousing my fingers, still clutching the paper tightly, in ice.
There seemed to be no oxygen in the air, no matter how desperately I tried to inhale.
The walls were closing in, tighter and tighter, faces blurring the more I spun—each one seeming to look at me with a malicious grin, distant wicked laughter, and so many whispers.
They were all thinking the same thing, weren’t they?
They all wanted me to die. And that was why one of them had sent me th
