The silence in Riley’s room was loud.
She lay on her back, arms spread, staring at the cracks in the ceiling like they held some secret pattern she’d missed. Her phone was balanced on her chest, the dark screen reflecting her face, messy hair, red eyes, lips bitten raw.
She hadn’t left her room in almost two days. Her parents knocked occasionally. Her mom had left dinner outside her door last night. It lay there still untouched and cold.
She hadn’t replied to Tiffany’s text.
She didn’t know if she was angrier about what Tiffany did with Cole… or the fact that Landon had stopped answering her altogether.
She pulled up his number again. Typed another message.
“You said I was special.”
She didn’t send it. She never did.
Instead, she closed her eyes and remembered Ibiza—not the beache
