Sia POV
"Too much lipgloss," I muttered, squinting at my reflection as I leaned in closer to the mirror, dabbing at the excess shine with the edge of my pinky.
It was barely 8:00 a.m., and the day had already drained me.
Getting Joel dressed had been a full-blown battle, mismatched socks, missing homework, and that silent stare he gave me when I tried to hug him. Like he was still deciding if I was worth trusting again.
Convincing his teachers to take him back was another war entirely. I hadn’t planned any of this when I left New York. I thought maybe the world would give me a break, just one but of course, it didn’t.
Still, I managed. I always did.
Now here I was, rushing through my makeup like a woman who had it all together when everything inside me felt like static.
My phone buz
