Chapter Three
“Kiara, wait a second!”
I turn impatiently and see Paul running across the parking lot. I pull my phone from my purse and check the time. It’s one-fifteen, and my meeting with the Administration Board is set for two o’clock.
“Hi, Paul. Look this isn’t really a good time.”
“Kiara, I don’t mean to crowd you. I know that you needed space, but I had to see with my own eyes that you’re okay. Every time I close my eyes, I see that maniac standing over you with that knife. I had to get that image out of my head.”
“I’m fine,” I assure him. “Thanks to you, all I had was a headache and a sore shoulder. I really appreciate you showing up, and I don’t mean to be rude, but I really do have to leave. There’s a problem with my financial aid, and I have a meeting with the Administration
