Isabel, what's wrong with you these days?" Amara asked in a soft, yet no-nonsense tone. She was leaning against the counter, arms folded, her eyes scrutinizing me closely as I fiddled with my coffee cup. I didn't even know how preoccupied I had become until she made that comment.
I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair. "I don't even know anymore, Amara," I said, letting out a shaky laugh that didn't feel like my own. "I just… I don't know what's real and what isn't anymore."
She raised an eyebrow, her expression softening with concern. "What happened?
I didn't hesitate. I couldn't. I had to tell someone, and she was the only person I trusted with this mess.
"It's Jaxon," I started, the name like lead in my mouth. "He. he was so drunk last night. He said some things-things
