Hardin
The first thing I noticed was how strange she was acting. Dionne had been avoiding us for the past couple of days, but last night, it felt different. We’d all tried her line, me, Peyton, even Lucian, but she didn’t pick up. It wasn’t like her to ghost us like that. I couldn’t help but wonder what my mom might’ve said to her. Whatever it was, it had to be bad for her to go full radio silence on all of us.
I figured we’d get a chance to talk about it the next morning, maybe clear the air. But that was before I overheard my brothers talking to her mom, Sydney, at breakfast.
“Where’s Dionne?” Peyton asked casually as he reached for the toast, but there was this edge to his voice, like he already knew something was up.
“Oh, she had practice,” Sydney said, her voice tight. “She left
