Chapter 13 Chapter 13

Emery

By lunch on Monday, Piper had stared at me at least six times.

Not normal glances, either.

Piper stares.

The kind where she narrowed her eyes like she was waiting for me to confess to a crime.

I ignored her and opened my yogurt.

She kept staring.

I took a bite.

Still staring.

“Do I ha...