Emma

I sit on my bed, knees pulled up to my chest.

My work clothes still cling to my skin, stiff and uncomfortable, like they no longer belong to me.

I’ve been avoiding Iva all night. Every time she knocks on my door, asking me what happened, I turn her away. Earlier, she knocked twice. I lied and told her it was just another argument with my stepfather. She believes me, because that’s how it always is at home.

But that’s not the truth. 

The scene keeps replaying in my mind. Knox and Mr. Adams, standing there, their eyes cold. Their words cut through me like knives. They accused me...