Imogene Scott

I’m standing here realizing I can no longer avoid my greatest fear—Breonna leaving—because this time, she’s not just moving a few blocks away or traveling for a weekend; she’s actually going far away to New York City.

My chest feels tight, like someone’s twisted a rope around my ribs and is pulling it, tighter and tighter with every passing second.

“I’ll leave you two to talk.” Damien says, sensing the tension.

He walks down the corridors and disappears into the bedroom, shutting the door loudly behind me. He’s probably trying to let us know he’s not eavesdropping and cannot hear us.

“New York, huh?” I say slowly, glancing...