“Miss Wilson.”
I nod, like I’ve done the past few days, slipping into the backseat of the car taking me to the campus. I stare out the window, not seeing the trees that sway as we drive past or the cars on the highway.
It’s been a week of repeating the same routine: waking up, getting dressed, getting to school, going through boring lectures with doodles in the pages of my books instead of actual notes, heading back, and staying in my room until Grace brings me dinner.
I do the same thing when the car parks in the visitor parking spot outside the hall where I take Finance. I say nothing to the man who holds the door open. I know he’s going to hang around until I’m done, and I’ll see them, just out of plain sight, watching as I attend the other classes.
I don’t care.
I stopped caring s
