L I A M
I parked in the school’s parking lot, a few minutes before the first bell rang. As I walked towards the entrance, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was a text from Emily.
'Can we talk? Before class?'
My heart did a little flip. 'Sure. Where?'
'The library. By the history section.'
The history section. Where this whole thing started. A knot of anticipation and a little bit of dread tightened in my stomach. I found her leaning against a shelf, a copy of some dusty tome in her hands, though she wasn't reading it. She looked… different. Not sad, not scared, but… resolved.
"Hey," I said, my voice softer than I intended.
"Hey," she replied, closing the book with a soft thud. "Thanks for coming."
"Of course," I said, scanning the empty aisle. "Is everything okay?"
She took a deep
