Who was A? Could it be the enigmatic woman herself?
Regardless of her identity, I couldn't help but feel that whoever sent this was an angel dispatched from above. Draping the scarf over my head and adjusting my hair, I caught a glimpse of my reflection feeling somewhat restored. Resolving to head home, I knew I couldn't endure the harsh gazes of my classmates any longer—I was emotionally spent.
Tucking away the soiled scarf in my bag, I began my journey home. Anticipating an empty house with mom likely out and my stepfather gallivanting with his questionable companions.
Preferring to walk the ten-minute distance in solitude, I hoped it would afford me some respite. Head bowed in silence, I couldn't shake the gnawing dread that the damning video had already made its rounds, amplifying my humiliation.
