At the beginning, he just picked me up from school every day.
But he didn't just pick me up.
He always intentionally talked to my classmates around me.
He said, "Wesley had a fight with his sister. He may be in a bad mood recently. You should take good care of him.
"Yeah, it's been so long, and they still haven't reconciled.
"Why do you think Ryan's death has something to do with him? Don't talk about it, okay?"
Although Max firmly defended me, my classmates looked at me in an increasingly weird way.
I remained silent, firmly believing that my innocence would justify me.
But I ignored the power of rumors.
Soon, my class teacher called me to his office. "The rumors about you are getting more and more intense around school. Although I believe you're innocent, it can't help solve the problem. We are also aware of your situation. Tell your sister to come here and have a conversation with me."
I didn't feel ashamed in that situation.
On the contrary, I expected it because I hadn't seen Kayla for almost a month. Now, I finally had a reason to see her.
I was anxious yet expectant.
"Kayla... My teacher asked you to come to school. Can you come here?" I asked.