HANNAH’S POV
Willa and I walked side by side on our way to class. Suddenly, she stopped and darted behind me.
Startled, I looked at the spot she had been watching. Devin was just passing, talking with another boy and apparently not seeing us.
"Willa," I said, turning to face her.
She was bent over, fiddling with something on her foot.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
She gave an unconvincing little laugh. "I almost tripped. My shoelaces came undone."
I knew this was a lie. Just before we left the house, I had been admiring her new sneakers. The laces had been neatly tied, all the knots and bows firmly in place. We had driven here, so there was no way her laces could have come undone so quickly.
"Your shoelaces look fine," I pointed out.
She gave a jerky nod and straightened up. She
