"How do I smell?" I inquire Cat with drooping shoulders.
I haven't slept all night thinking about such possibility of me being— Ugh. I can't say it even inside my head. I left the headmistress' office in a daze last night. There's this inclining inside my head that told me I wouldn't have like her explanation, no matter what it may be. I'm just too afraid that what I'm thinking would be true. That somehow, they all might as well say to my face that I'm the one who killed Karen and Hayden. I don't want to be a ruthless monster. And I need someone to confirm it for me. Though at the same time I'm sure that no one can.
"Hmmm...a hefty mixture of vanilla and strawberry. New smell?" Raff got hold of my shoulder and won't stop sniffing my backside. "But I can say you smell really good, Em," he
