THE day dragged by.
Avery spent her time trying to ignore whichever of her friends was in her class and kept shooting her urgent looks. They all wanted to talk about Jamie, as evidenced by their continuous texts. Hopefully, after today, they wouldn’t have to deal with that.
She was nervous, though. There was a reason they hadn’t told anyone till then, and that was the fear. If the twins found out—she’d probably only be starved, but Jamie would be hit again. And she never wanted to see him with those bruises ever again.
Whenever she went to the bathroom, she could see the texts just waiting for her. They varied from confusion to outright anger. She couldn’t blame them, she really couldn’t, but couldn’t they just trust her? She’d said Jamie wasn’t a bad person, and given that she lived w
