Chapter 63 - the destructive path

Archer

I came to school on Avery Friday just to hear the news spread that Alex had awoken from his coma. The halls were abuzz with excitement about his return and planning a big welcome back event. It made me want to vomit.

Maria was there too, smiling again now that her dear friend was okay. I avoided her accusing glares, keeping my head down.

In class, everyone babbled cheerfully about visiting Alex in the hospital, oblivious to my seething guilt. I should be rotting in jail, not strolling around free. Yet here I was, the invisible monster in their midst.

My mother called, her usual platitudes now laced with relief. "See? All's well, no lasting harm done. We're in the clear." I remained silent, unable to shatter her desperate illusion. Nothing about this was right. But at least it was for my better good.

I return home at least I know he is not dead. And I can feel a heavy wight raise off my shoulders. Freya was telling she'll leave because she finished her job. "Your mother says the