As we walked down the corridors, Ausmane studied me carefully to interpret what Elliot and I had talked about in private. The goosebumps wouldn’t leave, as if my body concluded something my brain didn’t comprehend yet.
Ausmane stopped me in my tracks and turned me. He put my mask up my face again. “You’re too quiet.” I was trying to think. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see?”
My eyes lifted to his waiting ones, and some of the chills scattered. “Elliot suddenly stopped talking. His eyes turned white.” I shivered. “It’s like he turned into a zombie. He’s such a soft-spoken and affectionate man. How did he become like that?”
Ausmane’s thumbs skimmed over the edge of my mask, over the bridge of my nose. “Some things in life are unfair.” I had a good share of that myself,
