Abigail's POV
The cafeteria is filled with the sound of other people talking. Everywhere smells like a mix of stale pizza, overly salted fries, and the strong smell of cleaning detergents that never quite fades.
The tables are filled with students, their chatter and disagreement all of which together never stop felling familiar and intense. I walk around through the crowd, holding my tray as I head to my table.
My usual table is at the corner of the cafeteria, where I can disappear in on myself and become invincible amongst everyone. The events still replayed repeatedly in my mind. Ricky’s defense and words about Nathan’s childhood trauma. As I approach my usual spot, a voice calls out, cutting through the noise.
“Abigail!” I turn and see Luca waving at me from the center of the ro
