MADDIE'S POV.
It’s been two weeks, and things with Jeremy have only gotten worse. He doesn’t talk to me. Not even a glance, not a flicker of acknowledgment. The silence is suffocating, pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. Every time I see him in the same room, my stomach twists, my heart stutters—but he looks through me, like I don’t exist. And it’s killing me.
Slowly.
I looked down at my neatly folded clothes inside my suitcase. Everything was organized, ready for the move tonight. France. My new life, my escape, the place where I could finally be far away from all of this…the tension, the judgment, the reminders that I’ll always be “the other daughter.” Even so, I felt a pang of guilt mixed with longing. I really missed Jeremy.
Ever since I told him what happened wi
