The next day came with a grey, sullen sky that pressed against the windows of Westbrook High like a dirty thumbprint.

Caroline had spent the night in her dorm room, curled into a tight ball, her body still aching from the bus gangbang, the locker room gangr*pe, and then, the shower sex with Mr. Harrison. She hadn't slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eric's laughing face, Jason's spit-slick cock, and then Liam’s cold, calculating smile.