As soon as Seb and I sat down at the cafeteria table, he winced. Even the simplest movements hurt for him. In fact, he couldn't even ride his motorcycle, so he had to come to school with me today.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home and rest?" I asked him.

Seb sighed. "I want to, but Sara's working and Gemma is at school, and if I'm home alone, I'm afraid I might snap and get in trouble because I'm still very pissed that everyone thinks Dax did it."

I intertwined my hand in his. "I really wish we could figure out who did this."

"Me too," Seb...