INDY
It felt like I was back to zero.
No—worse than zero. I was back to negative one.
That was what it felt like walking through the halls of the mansion now. The whispers weren’t even whispers anymore. Some people didn’t bother lowering their voices! Others giggled behind their hands when I passed, eyes flicking toward me like I was entertainment.
One of the maids “accidentally” bumped into me hard enough that I stumbled. Another brushed past me and clipped my shoulder with her tray. A third actually stuck her foot out while I wasn’t paying attention.
I barely caught myself before falling flat on my face.
“Oh! Sorry,” she said quickly, not sounding sorry at all.
I straightened slowly, heat crawling up my neck. My jaw tightened, and my wrist ached even more.
This was the worst.
