Bianca's POV

I took a deep breath as I stood outside Jenny’s door, the soft sound of muffled sobs reaching my ears. My chest tightened. Jenny didn’t cry often. She was the strong one, the one who would always find something sarcastic to say even in the darkest times. But now, hearing her like this, it was as though a cold hand had wrapped around my heart. I pushed the door open gently.

The sight of her sitting on the edge of her bed, hair falling in wild waves around her face, eyes puffy and red, made my stomach churn. She didn’t even look up when I walked in; she...