#Chapter 81: Whispers

Amelia The thing about Jenny was that she never needed to say something out loud for everyone to hear it. You just had to feel the shift, like a current changing direction or a glance that doesn't linger anymore, a laugh that doesn’t come when it should have, or a cold wind brushing the back of your neck that wasn’t there yesterday. By Wednesday, Adam looks like he's standing in a draft, and I can feel it too, the way her eyes slide past him like he’s not even part of the room anymore, the way her voice clips shorter whenever he asks her something, like she’s barely tolerating the sound of his questions. I don’t know what she sees when he looks at me, but I know she doesn’t like it, and now that I’m secretly hooking up with her father, I’m on high alert for any shift in her mood, any edge to her voice, any sideways glance that lingers too long. The truth is, she never needs much of a reason. She runs Monday’s meeting with her usual clipped cheer, tapping her stylus against the