Abigail’s POV
The library is unusually quiet today, the stillness pressing down on me like a weight. I sit at my usual spot near the large window, a few open textbooks scattered in front of me. But reading is impossible.
My thoughts keep circling back to one person—Nathan.
The journal.
Every time I close my eyes, I see his smirk as he taunted me, the way he looked at me that night, knowing exactly what he’d found. What will he do with it? Will he show it to the entire school?
The humiliation would be unbearable. And then there’s his threat—to make my mom leave his dad.
I don’t know what’s worse: the possibility of him exposing me or the fact that he has this much power over me. My chest tightens as I try to focus on the words in front of me, but the letters blur together, meaningles
