A memory flashed through my mind—my past life, pinned down by over a dozen men, my fingers snapped one by one while she stood outside the door, staring longingly at photos of Myron Mason.
A chill ran down my spine. I stumbled backward.
"Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan, I really need to get back to studying. I'll stay out of Christina's business!"
Christina froze.
After all, in situations like this, I'd always been the first to rush in and look after her.
But now I was already turning to leave. She opened her mouth to say something, but I was gone.
Over the next few days, I heard from my parents that Christina had been grounded by her family. They'd confiscated her phone and forbidden any contact with Myron.
I smiled to myself.
So even without my interference, her parents would set her straight.
But it didn't matter. I just needed to focus on myself.
If the exam questions stayed the same as before, then this time, the top score in the province would be mine.
Still, I didn't dare slack off. Ten practice tests a day, English vocabulary drilled on every walk home.
But one evening, while I was walking and memorizing, lost in concentration, a group of men dragged me into an alley.