Beryl's POV
Sarah and I went to the school caf??. Sarah wanted to drink, and I could understand her need for something to boost her courage. It was common; alcohol could really get one's adrenaline going.
But I refused her suggestion. I shrugged helplessly and said, "Come on, girl. It's still daytime, and it's morning. We need coffee, not alcohol."
I was a little worried about Sarah's state. She looked like she was falling in love and had completely lost her mind. Sarah described her excitement to me; she was as happy as a bride about to get married, although so far, I hadn't heard her say that they had established any relationship. Still, she couldn??t conceal her excitement in the caf??.
I remained concerned for her. I had no problem with Jackson's character, but from the perspectiv
