that I’m watching him with Connor’s words in my head, it feels questionable.
He could be Henry. Imagining it sends my stomach into an uncomfortable flip.
I shake my head, sucking in air.
This is ridiculous. I’m hiding behind a large quilt in the middle of the holiday market, stalking my teacher.
I ball my fists, but I don’t walk away, tethered to my hiding spot. Because what if it’s not as harmless as it appears? Henry is in my past, but if he’s not? Then the danger is even more real.
Mr. Coleman gives the bag to the girl. She’s delighted as she pulls out the necklace he bought. She tries to give it back, but he must insist because he curls his fingers over hers, closing the jewelry in her hand.
Without hearing their conversation, I’m jumping to conclusions about what’s happening. Is it the first time he’s given her a gift? Is he grooming her?
I’m lost in my head, but when I zone back in, the quilt hiding me is pulled aside as another shopper debates between two choices. His attention is on me. He caught me. Crap.
Mr. Coleman nods to the sophomore girl and walks over to the quilt vendor before I can brush off following him or give him the slip into another stall.
“Hello again.”
“My mom loves these quilts.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I want to dive under the blankets hanging around the hut. Curse my nervous babbling.
Mr. Coleman’s brows lift. “Is that so?” He pinches one of the smaller throw sized blankets hanging behind me, reaching over my shoulder to do it. My spine goes rigid. “Ah, yes. It’s made nicely.”
He doesn’t leave, so I’m forced to make small talk as he fondles the blanket over my shoulder. “Are you enjoying the market?”
Mr. Coleman hums. His gaze slides back to me. “You could’ve asked to walk with me if that’s what you wanted instead of following me. There’s no harm in it outside of class, right?”
What? No, that’s not what I wanted. It’s a really odd response. Back at the pool house I wasn’t thinking straight, but face-to-face with Mr. Coleman, I’m on high alert.
The way he’s honed in on me that makes my heartbeat spike in a horrible way. I want to walk away.
“I was kinda wandering aimlessly. My friend is in the bathroom line, but we’re meeting up. I was just killing time.”
He watches me for a long beat. It’s not a fixation, I tell myself, clinging to desperation. He doesn’t have to be Henry. That monster can stay in the past where he can’t hurt me anymore.
“Well, enjoy yourself.” Mr. Coleman steps back, dropping his arm from feeling up the blanket. “If I don’t see you again, have a wonderful holiday.”
“Bye.” Not waiting, I hurry away, hoping Maisy is already waiting at the tree display when I get there.
I came out today to get my mind off all of this, but it followed me here anyway. Maybe I should tell her we can come back again another day.
When I make it to the tree display, I circle it twice. She isn’t there yet. I check my phone and curse under my breath. The battery is on 1%.
“Seriously? Unbelievable.”
Pawing through my bag, I don’t find the charger, remembering I left it in the car. I chew my lip. If I hurry, I can grab it and make it back here. The coffee shop has outlets I can use. I shoot Maisy a text before my phone dies to let her know to meet me at the coffee shop instead, then leave the cheery holiday festival behind to return to the parking area.
The late afternoon sun cuts across the street as it falls closer to the ridge line in the distance. I have to charge my phone before it gets dark, or Maisy and I might miss each other.
My plan goes up in smoke when I reach my car. Mr. Coleman is parked a few spots away, and the sophomore girl from before is with him. They climb into his car.
“Oh no.”
If Mr. Coleman is Henry, I don’t want him to hurt anyone else.
I squeeze my bag against my side, feeling the heavy file stuffed in it. Making a decision, I unlock my car and slide in. Something in me can’t leave the girl alone. I’d never forgive myself for abandoning someone potentially in danger if I could do something to help.
As Mr. Coleman pulls out, I follow in my car, hoping he