Alex pov
The hallway buzzed with the usual morning energy, students laughing, chatting, and rushing to their next classes. I clutched my books tightly against my chest, my head low as I navigated through the crowd. It has become my routine, ever since my embarrassing moment, on the first day of resumption. keep my head down, avoid eye contact, and try to stay invisible.
Last weekend’s events still played in my mind like an endless loop. the stranger, the attack, and his unusual words about my father, then came the men on black trying to kidnap me. It didn’t make sense, and I hadn’t told Mom. She had enough to worry about without adding my strange, late-night run-ins to the list. I convinced myself it was just an unfortunate coincidence, something I could forget and move past.
Yet,
