Willow is nowhere to be found at school. She didn’t show up for Mrs. Navarro’s math class and I looked for her in the halls and cafeteria. Today, her beat-up car is parked in the farthest end of the parking lot, so I know she’s got to be here. I need to talk to her about the glove. Why did she take it, and more than that, why did she slip it in my pack? Now Declan is in trouble with the police because of her.
I’m crouched against Willow’s car, waiting, when she walks up from the other side. She doesn’t see me when I stand up.
“You avoiding me or what?” I ask.
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