Torn by secrets

e edges of Crestwood Academy like it had a pulse of its own. She gripped the strap of her backpack tighter, heart

ears since she left this pla

d before she even made it past the stone archway. Heads turned, eyes tracked he

ss-paneled doors reflected her pale face, the brown curls she'd carefully braided still coming loose i

alrea

e slip of paper waiti

h twisted as she bent to pick it up. The note was scrawled in

vy. Ready to fac

te in her palm and glanced around. No one was payi

Ben

owd. For a moment, the world quieted. She remembered him the way he used to b

as cautious. Guarded. And he didn't

the tension, echoin

er. She was imagining it. She had to be. No one reall

t's what she

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