I turned to look at Darren and noticed just like Peter, her eyes were glassy and unfocused. They seemed to almost pop out and her bottom lip refused to close. Without any warning, Peter took a hold of her hand and dragged her back to where we came from, and I immediately followed, just in time too, because I heard him ask what she was doing here with me.
“What’s going on here?” I got close enough to ask, my voice ringing sharply in the quiet of the hallway. “Why are you harassing her?”
Peter completely ignored me and turned to Darren instead. “Who is he to you?”
This time she had regained her composure and had a come back ready. She straightened her spine and seemed to stand taller, as if that were even possible, jutted her chin, gave me a tremulous smile and without removing her gaze,
