Uncertain of the situation, Ruby carefully called Jack, relying on his sharp mind and calm demeanor.
A man sat at the desk, head lowered, face obscured.
Ruby cleared her throat. “Hello, Mr. Santos. I’m Aiden’s teacher; my surname is—”
The man suddenly looked up, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“Teacher Red. I know who you are.”
Ruby’s eyes widened in shock as she recognized him.
“You—You’re…”
The man twirled a pen between his fingers, a long scar on his forehead, and eyes like those of a predator who had just found its prey.
“Baby, you’re wearing my favorite white dress,” he whispered with a cocky tone, his Adam’s apple bobbing as anticipation laced his voice.
He was the man who had been tormenting her.
Ruby grabbed the door handle, but it was locked tight. The terrifying realizati
