CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
I was very numb.
My eyes hover at the lecturer droning on but I had no idea what she had been talking about for the last a hour or so or what unit she was actually teaching. Around me I could hear the students whispering about the disturbing death of Anton and a few of them had actually thrown me openly sympathetic looks when the thought I wasn’t looking. I glanced over at the empty seat Anton always occupied, feeling a certain strange bitterness creep up in the back of my throat. The more I stared at the seat, the more I felt my intestines twisting, the grip on my pen tightening. No, I couldn’t stay here anymore.
I quickly pushed everything inside my backpack, stood up, hoisting it on my shoulders, before walking out. I didn’t bother to wait for the lecturer’s reac
