“Thank you, dear,” she said, settling her cane between her feet.
I started to smile at her, but when I glanced past her shoulder, he was staring at me.
I’d said my piece.
I looked down at my book.
I could hear my friends talking quietly, the ordinary rattle of the train. I wanted to join their conversation and let the incident end.
But I could feel his gaze boring into me.
When I looked up, his eyes hadn’t moved.
I started to get a sinking feeling in my belly.
I could feel his gaze boring into me.
I put the book in my bag.
The next station was ours.
I gathered my tote and coat early. Soon we’d be walking to dinner, and I could tell Marcus how much I’d appreciated him coming without turning it into a bigger confrontation.
The bully hadn’t said anything since the seat swap.
