Viktoria POV
Lately, I’ve been arriving at work earlier than anyone else because I can’t stand the stares that follow me if I walk in when everyone’s here. The stares cling to me like invisible dust. The judging eyes folks in the street, and staff here are almost impossible to brush off.
It’s been weeks since Marco disgraced me publicly, but it doesn’t matter. In a medium sized pack like ours, silence doesn’t mean forgiveness. It means people have run out of new words to describe your shame.
The hallways are quiet now but they ont be for long. Kids will soon storm the hallways and classrooms. Teachers will get busy. And a long busy day will drown my sorrows.
My shoes squeak against the floor as I head toward my classroom. I’m halfway there when one of the teachers, Miriam, bursts out
