It had been two whole days since the tape incident, and I hadn't seen a single sign of Princess. I couldn't feel her presence anywhere in the halls, and believe me, I was looking. It made me wonder if she was even coming to school at all or if she was stuck in her therapy class.
The video had been scrubbed from the internet by Tuesday evening. It just vanished, like it was never there. My brother hadn't seen it, mostly because he'd been way too busy with work and his own drama to check what was trending online. As long as he doesn't know about the tape, I was safe from a total meltdown at home.
He was still mad at me, though. He was deep in his silent treatment era, refusing to say a word when we were in the same room. Kaye had basically become our official translator, talking for both of us and acting as the middleman just so we could get through dinner without someone throwing a fork.
