#Chapter6

Kaitlyn was back in her room, staring up at the ceiling. She was lying on her back, her hands just as splayed out as her hair, and she blinked up to the lights. Her eyes still stung a bit from all the crying, and She wondered how one male could have that kind of effect on her. She has forgotten the last time she cried, and she still had a vivid memory of her looking blankly at the sea of flowers on her mother's burial site. Not even a drop. Even when everything seemed to go downhill for her, she still refused to cry. Today, a compliment had made...