I am Here

Grace

After surviving Mr. Costello’s taunts and jabs for the rest of the day, I feel like fainting. The side of my head has gone numb by the time I step out of the tall tower.

To add to my misery, it’s raining. Workers rush to their cars in the parking or hail cabs to get home while I stand in front of the tower, looking around.

My phone buzzes in my hand, making me sigh and glance at the message. As expected, it’s Lily.

She could never stop herself from texting me to meet after watching the video that was circulating everywhere.

I open her texts and read them.

—We are sisters, Grace. How can you stoop so low as you try to harm my reputation?

I roll my eyes at the tone she used. She still thinks she can manipulate me.

The next text reads: I am ready to forgive you if you come over and meet at Club Euphoria at 8. I have made reservations in the VIP room. Just tell them my name and they will lead you up.

I go over the two texts numerous times. Hate brews in my heart, while anger threa