not sure what will happen. He won’t leave me in this locker today, but how long can he stand to be associated with me now that he can not only walk the halls unmolested but traverse the boundaries of Denise Carvetti’s bra?
I squeeze my eyes shut against my screaming bladder and send the text. In less than ten minutes, Ms. Munson will come with the bolt cutters and let me out into what she and everyone else would assume is freedom, but feels anything but. My breathing is shallow while I wait, both impatient and afraid for time to have its way with me, knowing whatever answers it brings will only spawn more questions.