Harper swallowed hard, trying to shake the thought that something was wrong. She felt uncomfortable and unsafe, and something about Hazel Freedman's words made her horrified.
She had suddenly lost that interest she had for reading that instant. Harper got up and picked her bag up. She gulped hard as she straightened her dress and began walking away. She walked through the library aisles, her arms clutching at her sides as she felt the room turn heavy as a result of the glares thrown her way.
Books paused mid-turn. Heads turned, causing confusion to knit Harper Reed's brows.
What was wrong?
What was actually going on?
She didn't know, but she felt something was off. Something was disgustingly off about her. Because people wouldn't just stare like that and this...
This was certainly not about the scandal.
