She carried her chalkboard over to her bed and laid it down carefully before her shoulders shook with a half-swallowed sob and she fled up the spiral stairs.
Derek fell back in the bed, guessing she was going to look at the book.
Blindly she stumbled into the bathroom, curling up in the back of the bathtub and crying in earnest. She wasn’t even really sure why she was so hurt by what she perceived as his rejection.
Derek’s phone buzzed with a text.
[ SMS: from: stiles ] dad thinks we might be able to get something off fingerprints