Lia
The day speeds by like a racer at the Indy 500. For once, I don’t feel like I’m dragging my body through each class. I sit through lectures. Scribble in the margins of my notebook. Smile when Jenna cracks a dumb joke about our teacher’s toupee. It’s not a good day. Not really. But it’s quiet. And lately, that’s been rare enough to feel like peace.
I don’t think about Caden. At least, not until the final bell is minutes from ringing. I’m walking the long way to drama club, not in any rush. Jenna went to the bathroom. Sutton’s probably already in the room waiting. I hug my books tighter and start toward the back hall that cuts through the senior wing—then I hear it.
“Yeah, he totaled it. Flipped into a ditch and everything,” Lucas says, laughing a little like it’s not that serious.
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