25| Give Me Your Hand

JULIE

I stay silent. Even I breathe after thinking. I have noticed already that his senses are too sharp. He would easily catch me if I breathed too loudly.

I peer at him. He moves to his desk while drying his hand with a small white cloth, and does something on it like collecting the sheets from there. He grabs them and then puts them inside a register.

Oh no!

My eyes widen like they will pop out of the sockets because the register in his hands is not his, it is Ms. Hudgens' register. And what makes me breathless is that when he looks inside, he puts the sheet away and takes the test paper. He looks confused, his eyebrows knitting together.

He scans it, his frown is deep and I know he is thinking about how suddenly he found the test paper. Of course, it would make him suspicious. Because suddenly how can the sheet come back in the register?

I swallow, praying while looking at him carefully, and then suddenly, he turns in my direction — more like the shelf's direction.

I freeze