Lynn Fletcher glanced at her sleeve, then yanked her hand away in disgust. Her voice, however, was incredibly gentle. "Yes, that's my sister."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she quickened her pace and walked forward.
But before she could get close, Holly Wyatt started to run, a look of happy surprise on her face as if she had spotted someone.
Lynn Fletcher didn't dare to run after her; it would attract too much attention from passersby.
She definitely didn't want a repeat of being mobbed in the cafeteria at lunch, so she could only watch as the distance between her and Holly grew.
Seeing Holly run away from them, Cindy Wells instinctively opened her mouth to call out, but her wrist was suddenly yanked back hard.
The grip was so strong it made her brow furrow in pain.
Cindy snapped out of it, and noticing the many people around them, she realized she had almost given Lynn Fletcher away.
She looked down apologetically and lowered her voice. "Sorry, Lynn."
