CHAPTER 33
I didn’t plan on going back to school that Monday.
But I woke up early, made tea, and dressed like it was any other day. Not because I wanted to see them—but because I wanted them to see me.
Unbothered. Unreachable. Unmoved.
My outfit was sharp. Clean lines, black on black. The kind of look that says, I buried the girl you knew. No frills. No softness. Just edges.
When I stepped onto campus, I didn’t walk faster. I didn’t take detours. I moved through the crowd like someone who had nothing left to run from. And still, I felt eyes on me—like whispers were tucking themselves into the folds of my silence.
Good.
Let them talk.
Let them wonder what I knew, what I’d seen, what I was planning.
Because the truth was: I wasn’t planning anything.
Not yet.
I was watching.
Waiti
