Claire's POV
In the library, the air smelled like printers working overtime and energy drinks. I was hunched over my textbook, my notes scattered like a battlefield.
I tried absorbing as much information as possible with a whole brain. Exam week was here in full swing, and it wasn't just the test that made me feel like I was drowning.
I tried talking to Vanessa again, but she kept avoiding me. I tried catching her in the hallway earlier between classes. I was desperate for a word, contact, or clue, but I missed a ghost.
She had spotted me from across the room and turned to make that sharp left into the bathroom, swinging her blue backpack over one shoulder.
I sprinted after her. Heck, I should have seen it all coming long ago, but it seemed I wasn't the quickest.
It was that feeling of being pushed against a wall to work out your way from the shadow and, worse, being disregarded.