LIAM
The rest of the day was torture.
I sat through my classes without hearing a single word any of my teachers said. My notes were blank pages staring back at me, and my mind was a million miles away, spinning through questions I could not answer.
What was Elizabeth up to?
That was the thought that kept circling back no matter how many times I tried to push it away. Elizabeth had never shown any interest in helping me before.
She had never shown any interest in me at all beyond the occasional collision in the hallway. So why now? Why this sudden offer of assistance?
Maybe it was a trap. The thought made my stomach clench with unease. What if this whole thing was some kind of elaborate setup?
What if she had called this meeting just to humiliate me? What if she was working with wh
