Reyna
EVANDER GASPS. His eyes widen like he’s just seen a ghost.
For a split second, I think I've imagined it.
But no, he’s staring at his phone as if the words on the screen just ripped his soul out of him.
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A few minutes ago.
The taxi ride back to campus felt suffocating.
We didn’t talk.
But the air was thick.
Even the driver kept stealing darting glances at us in the rearview mirror, like he could feel the distance between us.
The girl who attacked me—Nadine, Evander said—had been taken into custody, the police talking about awaiting charges.
I should have felt relief; I should've felt happy.
But instead, all I could think of was wanting nothing but to crawl into a hole and hide.
The humiliation of being saved by him made my ribs squeeze pitifully.
He even covered the
