Callie
Mary’s face stayed with me all the way home.
That curve of her mouth. That look that said she didn’t need to scream or confront me—she could destroy me with whispers, and everyone would listen.
I kept hearing her voice even though she hadn’t spoken. It felt like she’d already walked through town telling everyone, and every shadow on the street turned its head to watch me.
By the time Grayson shut the front door behind us, my heart was still slamming against my ribs. I dropped my scarf onto the table and leaned against the wall, trying to breathe.
“You are shaking.” His voice came from behind me.
“I am fine.”
A lie. My chest was tight, my throat sore, and my head replayed the park over and over. Mrs. Reynolds eyes, and Mary.
Grayson didn’t believe me. He pressed his palm to t
