CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
The minutes dragged. Monica sat on the edge of the bench, her leg bouncing restlessly. Annalise stood with her arms crossed, scanning the path as if expecting something to jump out of the shadows.
Finally, movement caught Monica’s eye. Two figures strode toward them, their pace brisk, purposeful.
Beyoncé and Miranda were running, not fast enough to draw stares from those few students, but fast enough that Monica and Annalise stiffened, their eyes narrowing as the two girls drew closer.
Annalise’s eyes widened. “Are they… running towards us?”
“Looks like it,” Monica said, anxiety curling in her chest.
Beyoncé and Miranda didn’t stop until they reached them, slightly breathless but focused.
“What’s going on?” Annalise asked, stepping forward slightly.
Monica’s ch
