Chapter 48
Stephanie's Point of View
I walked behind him through the high school hallways, which felt like endless catacombs at that moment. My heart was thumping in my chest like a drum warning of imminent danger. His wide, steady strides forced me to hurry behind him, my body trembling, as I pressed my fingertips together until they ached.
We reached his office. He opened the door and signaled for me to enter without looking back. I stepped inside with faltering steps, feeling the cold air of the office brush against my face, which was burning with shame and terror. He closed the door behind him; the sound of the lock clicking made me jolt and retreat a step until I bumped into the edge of his wooden desk.
He placed the paper—my drawing of him—slowly on the desk surface, then turned to me, leaning his hands on either side of my body, trapping me in that narrow corner. My breath was hitching, my eyes fixed on his shirt collar, not daring to raise my gaze to meet his blue eyes.
