Carl Johnson had not been joking about watching her. All weekend, no matter where Violet went, she saw him lurking in the shadows, furrowing his broody forehead at her. When she looked out of the window she could see him standing under the trees, watching the house. She did not know what else to do to prove her innocence, but that was kind of secondary to everything else going on anyway.
Things became quiet. Literally. People stopped speaking unless completely necessary. They did not know what was happening, but still, a general dullness fell over the school. It was the first weekend of the term and the weather was nice, but there were hardly any students out on the school grounds.
Violet sent off food and water samples, saw the doctor for blood tests, and waited impatiently for all th
