Guilia picks me up early the next morning as usual, and we head toward school. She engages me in conversation, and I try my best to look cheerful, but my heart is heavy. It weighs on me because I’m keeping this huge secret from her.
I can’t deny the feelings I have for George. Even when he’s cold and heartless, I understand him. Abandonment,especially from the people who are supposed to shield you, changes you. At least I had my grandma. Maybe he didn’t have anyone. Mr. and Mrs. Woods were always out of the country anyway.
“Rayna, are you even listening to a word I’m saying?!” Guilia huffs, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Of course,” I answer immediately.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
She glances at me, worry written all over her face. “Can you just tell me w
