13 Amelia
Aisling returned to the Vice Chancellor’s office to apply for a public trial while I returned to my room to take a shower, change clothes, and wait for Aisling to come get me.
I was limping a little because I might have sprained my ankle while running the way I had before and while I healed fast, it would still take a while for my sprained ankle to mend.
Most students who saw me moved out of the way to make sure there was no contact between us when I walked past them. After all, I was now a ‘convicted’ murderer.
But instead of walking away, they stopped to point at me and talk about me.
I bowed my head, looking down at the floor as though it held world secrets, because I didn’t want to see their faces covered with fear, contempt, or disgust. And since everyone walked out o
