TESSA
I never thought I’d see her here.
Her name rolled over the microphone, and for a moment, I wanted it to be a lie.
My classmates whispered at the sight of her. “She’s pretty,” I caught someone saying, the word sharp in my ears. Others from the South twisted in their seats, not to look at her, but at me.
Because they knew, and their gazes proved they wanted me to know, too. That my sister was still far superior than I was.
Suddenly, I can’t move.
She stood there like the stage had been carved out for her all along. What was she doing here? My mind scrambled. Her internship… wasn’t it supposed to last longer? She was supposed to be gone. Far away. Far enough that I didn’t have to think about her voice or her face or the way she used to cut into me with words that left scars dee
