Chapter 7: The Photo

Then came the photo.

For several seconds, I could not open it.

When I finally did, my breath caught.

Jeremiah stood over Ella in a side hallway, his face twisted into something cold and pleased.

Ella was pressed against the wall, mascara streaked down her cheeks, her body folded inward as if she wanted to disappear.

I grabbed my keys.

The drive to the school passed in a blur.

I kept telling myself there had to be another explanation.

There had to be.

Mrs. Patterson met me near the gym doors.

“You came,” she said. “Good.”

“Where is he?”

“Mrs. Carter, I need you to listen to me.”

“I don’t have time.”

She looked at me with steady disappointment.

“He announced it on the dance floor.” Continue Reading ⬇️