CHAPTER 26
MABEL’S POV. I walked onto campus the next morning, my bag strap digging into my shoulder. At first, I told myself the stares and hushed conversations meant nothing. My therapist had said it more times than I could count that sometimes insecurity makes ordinary noise feel personal, like everyone is talking about you when they really aren’t. I tried to believe her but the feeling stayed with me all the way to the lecture hall. I slid into a seat in the middle row, pulled out my laptop, and was opening the lid when a girl two seats down smirked. “Husband snatcher,” she hissed. Her friends giggled. I turned, confused. Most of the girls in my department had never spoken to me before, let alone thrown something that pointed at me. I tucked my hair behind my ear. “Are you talking about m
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