Her mother babied her, fixing her favorite foods, bringing her pillows. But she couldn't eat. She tried for their sake. But the food got caught in her...throat. She spent her nights laying in bed thinking. Her mind wouldn't shut off. She spent her days wandering through the house like a ghost. She had no sense of purpose, nothing interested her.Finally, a little while ago, her mother had put her to work fixing up the arrangement for the living room while she fixed dinner. It was busy work that. Ty… The new kid that had just transferred, she had noticed him immediately but briefly, as he was a handsome but extremely shy and quiet person. He sat in the back of the class and had only talked once all semester… Lily sat straight up, suddenly wide awake, just as the door to the classroom began to open.He cursed again as he ran down the walkway towards the large brick building that housed his chemistry class. Luckily, it was the corner classroom right inside the door so he just might make it. He counted shiny darkness and counted shiny steel. This woman programmed ATM switches by day; she also went to dinner in studded leather. And her skin was like snow. Like a logo of innocence. And her eyebrows were poets. Incredibly incredible. In the eloquent terminology of a unenlightened era, Simone was a fox.So Brian felt all of maybe... eleven years old. As nervous as a boy on his first cop-a-feel. He conspicuously looked over Simone's shoulder and quietly said, "There's a horsewhip behind. I guess no one put any credibility on his statements, so no one warned you or us to keep an eye out for him. ‘I think it was Luke Hightower who beat you up, Mr. Prentice. I think he was under the misguided belief that he was protecting Mrs. Michaels. What I don’t know is where he is now.’ I looked at Yolanda, and she was as white as a sheet. ‘You mean he might come after Aaron again,’ she asked, wide-eyed. ‘It’s possible. In his mind, if he thinks Mr. Prentice is a threat to you, I’m guessing.