AMANDA'S POV
For a long moment, neither of us moved.
Donovan just stood there at the end of the hallway, his arms still crossed, his face still unreadable. The crowd around us had gone quiet, sensing something they didn't fully understand but didn't want to miss.
I waited for him to say something. To react. To do anything.
He didn't.
So I made the choice for him. I lifted my chin, stepped around the edge of the crowd, and started walking in the opposite direction.
I'd made it three steps when his voice stopped me.
"Amanda."
I froze. But I didn't turn around.
"Was it true?" His voice was low, rough—like he'd been holding the question in since the moment he'd arrived. "What you said about Gloria. Did she lock you in that library?"
I closed my eyes. Took a brea
