Anna's POV
A knock on the door jolts me awake. I don’t even realize I’ve fallen asleep until I sit up and blink around the room, heart pounding. I hesitate, unsure if I should ask who it is.
What if I annoy them? Instead of calling out, I start walking toward the door. But before I can reach it, it swings open, and the angry-looking girl from before walks in like she owns the place.
“Hello,” I say softly, offering a polite smile.
She doesn’t return it. Her eyes rake over me, from head to toe, with pure disdain—as if I’m something rotten she’s been forced to smell.
The weight of her gaze presses down on me, and sadness curls inside my chest. I don’t need anyone to explain it—this girl despises me. Was she there the day those people threw stones at me? Did she throw one too?
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