The morning sun felt too bright as I stepped out of the sleek black SUV in front of the school gates. Was it really the morning sun? Or was my brain reacting to what stood ahead of me in this school?
I spun a little, watching Mr. Grayson drive away with Mom, with her hands waving at me. I gulped hard, managed a smile. I had joined them in the car. Mr. Grayson had insisted, my mind had been too occupied that I had forgotten to ask where they were headed. Lovebirds. Who dared ask them such questions?
I was only grateful for one thing, Ronan hadn't joined in the ride. When Mr. Grayson asked, Mariah had said he left early for school.
I watched Mr. Grayson’s mouth tighten for a second as he muttered “That boy,” but that feeling had disappeared almost immediately the moment Mom stepped out
