The two weeks of punishment passed in a blur of loneliness and silent tears. Mom barely spoke to me except to give orders, and Mia enjoyed every moment of my misery with hidden smiles and fake concern in front of our parents. I counted the days until I could return to school, hoping it would be better than being trapped at home with my twin.

But I was wrong.

The moment I stepped through the school gates on Monday morning, I felt every pair of eyes on me. Everybody knew. The fight. The suspension. The rumors about me and Lucian. Whispers followed me like shadows down the hallway.

“There she...