CHAPTER 9
Weeks pass.
Greyville Manor is a blackened shell.
School forgets me. Rumors move on.
I feel hollowed out. Quiet in a way that scares me.
Then a new boy walks into class.
Dark hair. Familiar scar.
He looks at me like he’s been waiting.
“Hey,” he says. “I’m Jack.”
The room tilts.
And somewhere deep inside me, something old and angry smiles.





