The feeling was there again, stronger than ever before. With the heat of an unknown person’s gaze on her back and an uneasy feeling settling into the pit of her stomach, Isabelle was furious.
No, she was completely enraged, so she shoved the paranoia away viciously as she stormed to her car.
Kimberley hadn’t shown up to their last therapy session of the term which meant the steady anger that had been rising since her conversation with Tate was now at critical level. Since she wasn’t really speaking to anyone at the moment, and it didn’t appear that Kimberley had a close knit group of friends either. She had been forced to sneak a peek at Kimberley’s file in Ms. Taylor’s office so she could get her address.
So now, not only was Isabelle going to kick Kimberley’s scrawny arse for messing
