He nodded stiffly. “And n-not just him.” “Mark, too?” Sniffling, he swallowed deeply before saying, “I don’t like the way he looks at me.” My eyes widened. “He looks bad at you?” “He looks evil at me,” he explained. “Like he wants to hurt me.” Anger grew in my belly. “Hurt you?” He nodded again. “Maybe even kill me.”
