CARLOS.I know something has changed the moment Whitney walks past me in the hallway.She still looks at me, but it is not the same look I have gotten for days now. The anger that used to burn in her eyes is still there, only now it is mixed with something else. Now, I see confusion, doubt, questions. She studies my face for a second longer than usual before continuing toward her classroom without saying a word. Somehow, that frightens me more than if she had screamed at me.For the rest of the morning, I cannot stop thinking about that look.Whitney has started questioning something.I do not know what she has discovered, but I know she has found a crack in the story she believes. That should make me feel relieved. For days, I have wanted her to stop seeing me as the only villain.Instead, my stomach twists tighter, because once Whitney starts asking questions, she will not stop.And the deeper she digs, the closer she gets to people who have much more to lose than I do.Practice beg
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