LIAM
The stares were unending.
I walked through the hallways and felt them pressing against me from every direction. Eyes following my every movement. Mouths hidden behind hands whispering things I could not hear but could easily imagine.
The weight of their judgment was suffocating, and everywhere I turned, there was no escape from it.
I wanted to punch something. I wanted to grab one of these people by the collar and demand to know why they believed such disgusting lies.
I wanted to scream that Ella was my sister and that there was nothing between us except the fragile bond we were trying to build after years of not knowing each other existed.
But I did none of those things. I just walked and pretended I did not notice and let the anger simmer inside me like a pot about to boil o
