The minute she got there, she wanted to leave.
There were Rykers and Pauls wherever she looked. She had secretly hoped that Mrs. Bailey would be attending, but she had no such luck. All everyone did was glare at her. Wherever she went and whatever she did was being closely monitored by just about everyone. She couldn't take one step without being judged for it. If she looked on the bright side, at least they were acknowledging her existence and in some twisted way, that was a step in the right direction. Right?
It was worse than she expected. And she was expecting something horrible and gruesome. She stuck with Andrew and followed him just about everywhere, although that wasn't the best idea. His mother and father—Constance and Harold—had much difficulty in disguising their distaste. H
