respectβI caught a couple of them looking at me, recognition dawning, puzzlement coloring their faces. Nora? Really? That fat little nobody who stole Luke Fletcherβs scholarship? The one who put Sully in the hospital? Thanks to my psych rotation, I knew all about projection and self-fulfilling prophecies. Ever since the day I left Scupper at eighteen, Iβd tried to be someone else. It was harder back here, where memories never died.

