Chapter 89 Marked By Betrayal
- At two in the afternoon, the sun streamed through the window and lit up my desk.
- It was a gorgeous day—clear blue sky, warm sunlight. I doodled around the window frame with my pen while the teacher droned on at the front of the class, not that many people were paying attention.
- It was my last year of high school, and most people were buzzing about graduation.