Chapter 94

Selah

I gently pinched Cleo's cheek as we sat under a large oak tree in the courtyard, the morning sun filtering through the leaves. "Stop looking at me like I'm made of glass. I'm fine, really."

"But all those horrible things your family did to you..." Cleo's brown eyes were wide with concern. "The videos showed everything—how they set you up, how they let you take the blame. Aren't you furious?"