Chapter 32

I ponder Max’s question and think back to Mom’s advice. I shouldn’t go somewhere private with him. But I want to.

“Okay,” I say and let him lead me away from the classroom and away from the crowded hallway.

Once we are down in the basement where only the art class is, Max turns to face me. Art class is over for today so the basement is empty. I touch my necklace but I don’t feel any overwhelming sense of danger. I’m just nervous in the usual high school way.

“I have a confession to make. Well, I have a couple of confessions,” Max looks guilty and my heart starts beating faster. I already know something is wrong but I don’t know what the real story is.

“What?” I ask timidly. I wring my hands together, squeezing my fingers. I look around the basement for ways to escape in case something bad happens. I clock each exit and also make note of anything I could use as a weapon. Which, for an art room, there are weirdly a lot of options.