Chapter 37. Same As You

Wren POV

Kenzie Hart found me on Friday, three days after she'd locked me in a room.

I'd been back in class for one day. The fever had left me hollow and light-headed, the way it always did, and I was sitting on a bench outside the library with a coffee I hadn't drunk, watching the leaves come down.

She sat down at the other end of the bench.

Not close. A careful distance. She didn't have her friends with her. She wasn't wearing makeup, and there were shadows under her eyes that looked a lot like mine.

For a while, neither of us did anything.

"I didn't tell him," she said finally. To the leaves, not to me. "My dad. About the door. I told him about the smell before, in October, because I was angry. But I didn't tell him about the door." She swallowed. "I'm not going to."

I looked at her.

Why? I typed, and held it up.

She read it. She let out a brea