John raised a finger to his lips, signaling silence, then leaned over and murmured to Jack.
"Keep it down. There might still be an eavesdropper lurking."
In the dimly lit classroom, it was just the four of us.
I was the "eavesdropper" John alluded to.
Attempting discretion, I slipped my book into my backpack, preparing to leave.
But John was faster. He sprang up and closed the distance between us.
My fingers tightened around the note in my grasp.
The note warned that I must keep my origins a secret from this world.
Yet, under John's penetrating gaze, anxiety began to coil within me.
What if they uncovered the truth? Who were the "we" the note mentioned?
John leaned closer, his eyes locking onto mine.
"Mind if we pop by your place?"
Refusal was my instinct, but the words tumbled
