Rumors traveled faster than truth.
Lila noticed it first in the way conversations hushed when she passed, in the sideways glances that lingered just a second too long. Nothing explicit was said, yet something had shifted—like a note held too long, vibrating uncomfortably in the air.
Kieran kept his distance. Not out of cruelty, but caution. He sat near the windows now, eyes fixed on the sky as if measuring the wind's patience. Every time Lila thought he might look at her, he didn't. And somehow, that hurt more.
During a free period, she found herself standing outside an unused classroom. The door was slightly open. Inside, dust floated lazily in the light—and she could feel it again. That strange pressure. A hum beneath the silence.
She stepped back.
Some doors, she sensed, were not meant to be opened yet.
