"The regular knocking sound struck May Hoffman's eardrums like the countdown of a clock on exam day. The surrounding air seemed to be pressing on her brain. It was agonizing and unbearable.
Hannah paused at the tip of her finger, looking up at the person in front of her, with a smile in her voice that was profound. "May, do you think Tiffany Lynch will be the next Jenny King?"
May was stunned, her pupils dilated, only reflecting the face of one person.
*
When Lucy Taylor came out, Hannah was the only one left in the dorm, still holding the same novel.
She was reading very intently.
Lucy drying her wet hair, feigned indifference, "Who just came to see you?"
Hannah flipped the novel in her hand without intending to hide it, "May Hoffman."
The direct answer from the other party made Lucy Taylor feel somewhat embarrassed to ask further.
After all, she and Hannah couldn't be considered close.
*
