Maya

I hadn't slept in two days. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Professor Mitchell's face. Every creak of the guest house made me jump, wondering if he was coming. The cameras were still there, hidden in the corners, watching everything I did. I'd started changing in the bathroom with towels stuffed under the door, but even that didn't make me feel safe.

Liam had texted me three times since last night, but each message was short. "I'm okay." "Don't worry." "Working on a plan." He wouldn't tell me what happened at Mitchell's house, and that terrified me more than anything.

I was standing at my locker Tuesday...