Chapter6

Below were blurry photos: Eric's mother's gravestone, parts of the old court verdict. The poster was anonymous but had dug up every detail about Eric's family, heavily implying Eric had inherited "murderer genes." "Wow, that's so tragic for Eric!" "Tragic? Like father, like son. Better stay away from him." "What is Zoe thinking? Ditching Simon for someone like that..." The whispers pricked my ears like needles. Scanning the crowd, I spotted Grace in a corner, whispering gleefully to a group of girls, a smug smile playing on her lips. No doubt. She was behind the post. "Let's go," Eric took my hand, his voice icy. "Hold it!" I pulled my hand free and marched towards Grace. "You posted that?" Grace jumped, then put on her innocent face. "Zoe? What are you talking about? I don't understand." "Don't understand?" I sneered, my hand flying up to slap her. Eric caught my wrist. "Don't dirty your hand," he said quietly. Then, turning to Grace, his gaze so cold it was terrifying: "Grace, you'd