Chapter Sixty-Nine
Alicia's POV
I looked outside the car window, watching the city lights blur past. But I wasn't really seeing them. My mind had gone somewhere else. Somewhere I'd tried very hard to never go back to.
High school.
Jennifer and her friends. The way they'd whisper when I walked past. Loud enough for me to hear but quiet enough to maintain plausible deniability if I ever confronted them.
"Did you see what she's wearing? Probably from Goodwill."
"I heard she works at that diner on Fifth Street. Serving people like us."
"Why is she even at this school? Oh right. Charity case."
The laughter that always followed. That cruel, casual laughter that said I was a joke to them. Entertainment.
