AMANDA'S POV
I barely remembered the rest of that day.
The hours blurred together—teachers' voices fading into static, faces swimming past without names, the weight of Gloria's words pressing down on my chest like a stone. I sat through class after class, my hands folded on my desk, my eyes fixed on some invisible point in the distance.
He knew. He let her film it.
The thought played on a loop, drowning out everything else.
By the time the final bell rang, I was hollowed out. Empty. I gathered my things and walked toward the exit, my feet moving on autopilot.
And there he was.
Steven leaned against the gate, his arm still in a sling, but his face brightening the moment he saw me.
"Amanda," he called, pushing off the gate and falling into step beside me. "You look
