Lia
By the time I get to school, I’m running on two hours of sleep, three shots of espresso, and one spiral that started last night and hasn’t stopped since.
Caden’s voice keeps replaying in my head.
“I’m sorry.”
Two stupid words. Like they matter. Like they fix anything.
Why do I keep hearing them like they mean something? Why do I care what he meant by them at all?
I shove my locker closed harder than necessary and head for the auditorium. Drama club’s meeting before first period. It’s mostly for Mrs. Low to hand out updated rehearsal schedules, but I’m half-hoping she’ll forget and cancel. I’m not sure I can fake being present today. The second I step inside, the smell of dust and paint hits me like always—comforting and slightly nauseating at the same time. A few kids are already
