Chapter 8

I looked at the woman with the baby, swaying unsteadily.

I stood up, ready to help her into the seat.

Suddenly, I saw Mr. Thorne staring at me, his eyes fixed on me with a chilling glint.

My blood ran cold. My breath hitched.

The pain in my ankle felt as real as if it were actually there.

Cold sweat trickled down my temples.

Better safe than sorry.

I immediately sat back down.

All the passengers on the bus, including the woman with the baby, glared at me with a mix of fury and disbelief.

I bit down hard on my teeth, clenched my fists, and stayed silent in my seat.

The woman stared intensely at me. Even though I felt like I was about to wet myself, I stared back, refusing to back down.