then at my bleached blazer.

Then he looked back at the file.

His eyes stopped on my last name.

Garrett.

His expression changed.

“Wait,” he said slowly. “You’re her?”

Part 2

For one breath, I thought I had heard him wrong.

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the overhead lights. Two faculty members sat on either side of Dean Whitaker, both watching continue reading …