I endure three excruciatingly long classes before the lunch break finally arrives. My brain feels fried from the constant barrage of information, and I can’t wait to get out of the classroom. As the bell rings at the end of Numerology, Ariah calls me over, but I wave her off, mouthing a quick apology.
I need to find Elijah.
I weave through the crowded hallways, my eyes scanning for any sign of him. After a few minutes, I spot him standing by the announcement board, a deep frown etched across his face. The atmosphere around him feels tense, almost electric, as students give him and his ever-present guard a wide berth.
My focus shifts to the board, where clear pictures of Katie and Lila ask students to come forth with any information that might lead to an arrest. My heart twists at the si
