Samira's POV
Yesterday had been a tremor. It was like I was standing in the exact same spot on the linoleum, but the floorboards had shifted an inch to the left under my feet.
"Why exactly are you walking like that?" Amanda asked, her voice cutting through the dull roar of the crowded hallway. She was watching me with that narrow-eyed intensity she usually reserved for dissecting a messy breakup.
"Like what?" I focused on the rhythmic squeak of my sneakers against the floor, refusing to meet her gaze.
"Like you are bracing for a high-speed collision." She stepped into my line of sight, forcing me to slow my pace.
"I am not." I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my fingers feeling cold and clumsy.
"You definitely are." She insisted, a small, knowing smirk playing at the corn
