Liora
9:07 p.m.
I checked the time again, my fingers trembling as they hovered over the face of the watch tucked beneath my glove. It was irrational, checking it again and again wouldn't make it speed up or slow down. But still, I checked. Because I was waiting for him. For the inevitable.
They must know by know. I stumbled into the empty hall, leaning heavy into the locker, my breath near gasping. They must all know who I am… right? I gave my name, my real name.
My fingers drifted up, brushing the edge of the silver crest resting at my chest. It was warm from my skin, heavier than usual.
Father said he’d come during homecoming, and announce who I was.
But… how could I face him. I’d failed. Not at the tests. Not the politics. But the one thing I thought I could still believe in,
