FRIDA
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There he was, leaning against the teacher's desk, as though his presence had not shaken me to my last bone.
What in the name of heaven was he doing here? Why was he standing in front of Mrs Sander's desk with a marker in his right hand and his name, Alexander Maximus, written in bold letters on the white board?
What business did he have with us? With me?
He glanced down at the watch on his left wrist. I watched as he placed his left hand by left side and turned to look into the book beside him.
"Are you okay, Frida?" Jacob's voice stole its way into my thoughts again.
God! Would the boy just let me think in peace?!
I cleared my throat and forced a smile at him.
"Sure thing. I'm good."
He nodded. He still held my hand while he walked into the class. I would hav
