Chapter 151

~Frey~

The air went still, and I felt my heart do cartwheels in my rib cage. I might be poor, but I’d like to believe I’m not slow or stupid. But at this point, as the bench where I’m sitting felt colder than the inside of a freezer, I think my brain had just become frozen.

‘He can’t be talking about me,’ my mind said, ‘but that look in his eyes told me he’s talking about me,’ my heart protested.