Kate’s POV
I start to observe again. It’s day by day, moment by moment. By April, they stop worrying so much. They know I won’t jump. They knew I won’t go crazy. They know I’m going to stay the same old Kate I’ve always been.
I think they were most worried about the viewing, which I didn’t attend. I said my goodbyes; I couldn’t handle any more.
When they stopped watching me, I started watching them.
Brooke isn’t with Trent. That much is easy to gather. I can tell Milo hasn’t gathered that much, but don’t see how; it’s clear as day. They don’t kiss, don’t touch, don’t hold gazes the way Brooke and Milo do—the way Cliff and I did. They’re friends. They can laugh, hug, and try to make light of what their terrible lives (at least, Brooke’s) have become, but they aren’t together.
So why h
