Abigail’s POV
The ringing of the school bell cuts through the tension in my chest, its shrill sound a much-needed escape from the events of the day. Relief floods over me as the sound vibrates through the halls, signaling the end of another school day.
I let out a shaky breath and gather my things, keeping my head down as I step into the crowded hallway. Students chatter and laugh, their voices blending into a hum that barely registers. My thoughts are elsewhere—back in the library, where I’d narrowly escaped a scene that could’ve been far worse.
When I finally reach my locker, I pause. My hand hovers over the lock as I glance around, scanning the sea of faces for any sign of Nathan or his friends. The coast seems clear.
The cold metal of the lock is oddly grounding as I spin the dial.
