Sabrina
It’s just another day at Our Lady of Grace Academy.
Okay—no, it’s really not.
Every now and then, I feel it.
A shiver across my skin.
Goosebumps on my arms.
The fine hair at the back of my neck is rising like a silent alarm.
It’s like I’m being watched.
Or hunted.
Or something worse.
And I feel ridiculous for even thinking that, because let’s be honest—I’m not the kind of girl who stars in one of those spicy shows or novels I binge-read late at night.
You know the ones.
Where the heroine is all doe-eyed innocence or fierce sass and somehow ends up being stalked by a dark, dangerous man who turns out to be her soulmate.
And we eat it up.
Every.Single.Time.
But that’s not me.
I’m thirty-five, single, and I wear a size eighteen—not an eight.
I’m five foot four, which technically makes me a giant compared to the women in my family.
But still.This?
Me?My life?
Yeah, it’s not exactly leading lady material.
I mean, I am average at best.
My big dream?
To buy this house that sits on edge of Verona with yellow stucco, a Spanish tile roof, wraparound porch, huge garden boxes, and a yard big enough for a pool.
I got up enough courage once to tour an open house, and yeah, it has that perfect big, yellow kitchen with Sub Zero Wolf appliances.
But that’s just a fantasy.
Back to my real life.
So why did someone break into my apartment?
Why was my classroom unlocked when I got here this morning?
And my desk?Someone went through it.I’m sure of it.
