"Well, look who finally showed up," Brad called out.
The moment his voice carried across the room, every face turned toward me.
Brad stood near the middle of the group with Billy and Kyle close behind him. He pointed straight at my chest, his finger trembling with enough anger that it was hard to tell whether he was more furious or afraid.
"The fucking traitor and liar himself."
Nobody answered him.
The place went quiet in an awkward, watchful way. A few people glanced toward Kunta, who stood behind Rachel with her shoulders pulled in close. Lucy remained off to the side with her arms folded, looking bored enough to be somewhere else entirely.
Cindy was the first one to speak.
"Who's the traitor?" She asked, staring Brad down. "The one sitting on his ass and refusing to help anybody, or the one actually going out and doing something?"
Brad gave a humorless laugh, but Billy stepped in before he could answer.
