ALYSSA
Pamela and I moved through the busy university hallway, and though she hadn’t said anything, I could feel her gaze lingering on me. Just as I was about to step inside the classroom, Pamela grabbed my arm gently, pulling me aside. I blinked at her, confused, as she led me toward the women’s restroom.
“Do you need to use the restroom?” I asked, trying to shake off the anxiety building up inside me. But Pamela shook her head, her expression soft yet determined as she guided me in, closing the door behind us.
“No,” she said, looking around to make sure we were alone. “I just wanted to check on you, Alyssa. You’ve been acting... different. Are you okay?”
I paused, my heart feeling heavy with emotions I couldn’t quite express. Stepping toward the sink, I turned on the faucet and sp
