CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

Claude was standing by her locker, flipping through her textbooks, when Nuella walked up to her. She was surprised to see her, as they didn't usually talk much.

"Hey, Claude," Nuella said, flashing a smile. "What's up?"

Claude returned the smile, but it quickly diminished, for the picture was bothering her. She held out the picture that she had been looking at, and showed it to Nuella.

"Who do you see in this picture?" she asked.

Nuella looked at the picture for a moment, studying it closely. Claude watched her face for any reaction, but Nuella didn't seem to show any recognition.

"I don't know," Nuella finally said, handing the picture back to Claude. "Who is it?"

Claude's heart sank a little. She had been hoping that Nuella would recognize the girl in the picture, but it seemed like she was the only one who could see her.

"I thought maybe it was Tasha," Claude said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nuella frowned, looking at Claude more closely. "Who's Tasha?"

Claude took a deep