Amy's POV
Leo came back to school on Monday.
He came in quietly, without fanfare, which was notable because Leo had never done anything quietly in the time I'd known him. He arrived slightly after the first bell, slid into his seat in registration, and when people leaned over to ask where he'd been he said sick in a tone that closed the conversation and moved on.
I watched him across the room and he watched me back and there was something different in the way he did it, no performance, no casual cruelty sharpened to a point. Just looking, steadily, with the expression of someone who had recalibrated something internally and was still getting used to the new settings.
Michelle, in the row near the window, was watching him too. I saw her clock his arrival, saw her start to construct som
