SKYLA.
My heart clenches wondering why she didn’t come forward. Her friends died, and she didn’t care to even speak up or even pretend to care?
Like why?
I wonder what their families are going through.
“Is that her?” Royce asks, leaning down, his shoulder brushing the back of my shoulder.
He can see from afar, but having him move closer is comforting. Something I need…
I nod, glancing at him, as he crouches down beside the chair I’m sitting on.
“Can you call for her, Headmaster?” He says, his eyes cold as he looks at Rivers.
Rivers nods as he glances at the girl’s image before he turns.
“Ah, of course… I will… she has been in school… for her not to say anything is troubling….” He mutters.
“Maybe yeah… but we’ll f*****g find out why.” Dad says, completely ignoring the no-smoking p
