My voice trailed off, and I turned my face to look out my window, though all I could see was darkness outside. I wasn’t comfortable with the direction this conversation had taken. Every time I thought about my old school, a fresh batch of terror enveloped me. My reasons for being here weren’t something I was willing to talk about with anyone. “Hey.” I felt his fingers brush against the back of my hand, his voice closer now, soft and probing. “Where’d you go?”
that last line made me throw my kindle down and scream into my pillow.
