C24 CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

MARIE RICHWOOD P.O.V

Staring at the shiny pink phone ringing endlessly in my hand, I knew I had to pick up the call or else Dad would have a fit. But I was not ready to face Dad. He would ask me endless questions about Cyrus and I was not in the mood for his fatherly advice. The class had ended long ago, and I was waiting for Cyrus in the nearly empty classroom