I frown, flicking over the purple envelope Mrs. Humphrey gave me. Just my name is scribbled on it in black ink. Sighing, I toss it onto my bed. When I turn back, Elijah is already crouched again, using his cupped hand to sweep together a pile of flower petals.
“I don’t need your help,” I say, sounding more annoyed than intended. “Please, just go.”
“I can’t believe Sally did this,” Elijah’s responds quietly. “She’s never been like this.”
This time, it isn’t an accusation. This time, I can tell he is really struggling to grasp the reality of the situation. My shoulders slump. “Well, it was her. I saw her.”
He straightens from the floor, placing the pile of wilted petals on top of Ariah’s desk. His golden gaze falls on me, intent. But I can also see a flicker of sadness in there. “I’m sor
