~Jennie’s~

“Don’t lift anything, don’t stress, don’t answer calls unless it’s Blair. Please.”

Leo’s voice is calm but strained as he zips up the last suitcase. Three of them sit lined up beside the door like obedient soldiers, neat and silent and so final it squeezes my chest. The private car hums just outside the gate. The sky outside is pale grey, the kind that makes everything feel slower and sadder.

Blair is standing by the doorway with her arms folded over her black blazer. She’s flawless as usual, not a single strand of her jet-black hair out of place, and lips pressed together like she’s got a war happening...