~Jennie’s~

“She paid for mine once… but only ‘cause she thought I was too hormonal to notice.”

The woman beside me chuckles as she rolls her purple mat out. Her sneakers squeak against the eucalyptus-scented floor as she kneels. I raise a brow, glancing sideways.

“Eliza,” I murmur, lips curving slightly. “You’ve got to stop starting conversations like that.”

“What?” she shrugs dramatically. “It’s called icebreaking, Streams. Get with the program.”

I huff out a laugh I didn’t expect to have in me this early. My limbs are tired, but my bones feel… calmer somehow. My chest’s still heavy from everything. But it’s not collapsing in on itself today. And...