I flipped through the book and landed on page 193!
No one paid me any attention when I dipped behind it and grabbed the gold paste, slipping it down my pocket. When I glanced up, Zosa looked right at me.
Seconds passed. She took a step in my direction. Her pink lips moved, like she was speaking my name, but she was too far away to hear clearly. My throat closed up at the thought that she still knew me somehow, that there was a chance I wasn’t forgotten like I’d assumed.
Zosa was too thin. Her dark eyes shone like drops of oil. A tear dripped down my cheek, and I couldn’t look away. It took everything inside me not to run to her.