It had been three weeks since Xavier dumped her without warning, without a goodbye, and without a shred of remorse. For Sasha, each day since had been a quiet scream buried under shaky breaths and sleepless nights. The heartbreak no longer stabbed as much as it hummed in her bones, a slow, numbing ache.
But today, she woke up with a resolve.
She couldn't sit in Stella's room anymore, staring blankly at the wall. She couldn't wait for Xavier to come crawling back, or even worse...never come back at all. Life had to move, even if her heart still limped behind.
Sasha had put on a simple white blouse and a pleated blue skirt, tying her hair in a low ponytail and stepping into worn-out flats. No makeup, just lip balm. She wasn't dressing to impress anymore. She was dressing to survive. Becau
