Today's schedule was light, with only one major class in the afternoon.
Carla packed her things and prepared to head home. Next to her, Haylee lay sprawled across the desk, staring out the window, lost in thought.
Carla noticed that although Haylee seemed like her usual cheerful self, she had been frequently lost in thought lately as if she had something on her mind.
A little worried, Carla asked, "Haylee, what are you looking at? Class is over, aren't you going home? Did something happen?"
Hearing her voice, Haylee snapped back to reality.
"No, nothing happened."
Despite her words, Haylee couldn't help but recall her uncle's face that night, contorted with a loss of control.
She had only taken a small sip of that orange juice, retaining a sliver of rationality. She had merely use
