CHAPTER 83: STOP DECEIVING DONOVAN
AMANDA'S POV:
I just stepped into the school hallway, shifting my bag on my shoulder, when I saw through the glass doors as Donovan’s black SUV pulled into the lot. I stood there for a second, watching the engine cut off.
It’s been a few weeks since that night—the night he found the letter under my pillow and scanned it into his phone. Everything changed after that. He told me he was starting a real investigation into my dad’s disappearance, and ever since, he’s been like a ghost. He's quiet most of the time, his brow always furrowed like he’s solving a puzzle that doesn't want to be solved.
I hate that I’m worried about him. I really do. After he tortured me for months and let the whole school treat me like garbage, I should want him to str
