Arjun sat on the edge of his bed, phone in hand, thumb hovering over the screen. The message from his father stared back at him like a challenge, like a ghost from a past he had no intention of revisiting.
We need to talk.
Four days had passed since he received it, and yet he still hadn't responded.
Myra's words played in his mind on repeat. Do what you want. Not what he expects.
But what did he want? To tell his father to leave him alone? To meet him and finally hear whatever excuse he had after all these years? Or to pretend none of this was happening and bury himself in something easier—like picking a fight with Myra over the student council's next event?
A knock at his window broke his thoughts.
His head snapped up, and there she was—Myra Sinha, perched outside like she belonged
