~Valeria~
If one more person asked me if I was "okay" today, I was going to scream until my lungs gave out.
I sat at the lunch table, mechanically chewing a sandwich that tasted like cardboard, trying to ignore the concerned looks everyone kept shooting my way. Apparently, my "I'm totally fine and definitely didn't break into my stepfather's study last night only to discover he's been hiding massive secrets about my dead father" performance needed some work.
"You're doing that thing again," Lysander said, sliding into the seat across from me.
"What thing?"
"That thing where you pretend everything's normal while looking like you haven't slept in a week."
Try three hours, I thought, but plastered on what I hoped was a convincing smile. "I'm just tired. Chemistry test kicked my ass."
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