KAIRA

Six days of pretending I was fine and I had done something reasonable and mature, and it had not gotten easier even slightly.

Jessica had been giving me space, which was its own kind of torture. She was a patient person only when the thing she was waiting for was information she really wanted.

We had arrived back at the academy that morning, unpacked, argued briefly about who got which side of the wardrobe again even though we had the same argument every single semester and always arrived at the same conclusion. She got the left side and truly, I never understood why I keep fighting for it.

She...