Ethan and I grew up together. We'd been side by side since we were kids.
We'd promised we'd go to the same university, do graduate school together, head toward the same future.
But in my last life, when I was hanging off the edge of that rooftop begging for my life, he was the one laughing the hardest.
Three years I'd spent tutoring him, giving everything I had without a thought for myself.
The bitterness started spreading through me.
"Hey, Miriam! Don't tell me you're already having second thoughts?!"
Ethan's sharp accusation yanked me back to the present.
I swallowed it all down and forced another smile.
"No, it's just—everyone's about to go their separate ways. Makes me a little sad, that's all."
"What's there to be sad about!"
Molly was stuffing the collected cash into her pocket, grinning the whole time.
"Two months from now, we'll all see each other again at Westbridge!"
The whole class erupted again.
"Yeah! Westbridge, here we come!"
"Two months, and we'll be together again at Westbridge!"
Looking at these excited, two-faced monsters, a chill of revulsion crawled through me.
I needed to get away from them. Every second less in this room was a second safer.