Becky slammed the front door of her family’s modest two-story house so hard the frame rattled. She didn’t bother kicking off her shoes or answering her mother’s concerned call from the kitchen. She stormed straight upstairs, tears already blurring her vision, and locked her bedroom door behind her.
The moment the lock clicked, the dam broke.
She collapsed onto her bed face-first, burying her screams into the pillow as sobs wracked her body. Hot, ugly tears soaked the fabric. Her chest felt like it was being crushed. It’s not fair. It’s not fair. It’s not fair!
How could this happen?
She had loved Xander Gray Avila since middle school.
It started in seventh grade. She still remembered the exact day—the first time the Avila kids transferred into Greenwood. Xander had walked into homeroo
