MERRIELYNN.
Two weeks had passed since my last encounter with Cormac, and I hadn’t seen him at school since.
It was like he’d dropped off the face of the Earth.
For days, I’d convinced myself not to care. He wasn’t my responsibility.
The high-collared shirts he wore before disappearing had kept his secret safe. No one at Pinthorpe suspected what happened between us, and for that, I was relieved. But deep down, something felt wrong.
By the time my last period rolled around, I couldn’t focus. My pen tapped against my notebook as my mind wandered.
Where was he? Was he okay? I tried to push the thoughts away, but the worry gnawed at me.
Cormac wasn’t the kind of person to just vanish. Sure, he was unpredictable and frustrating, but he was still… consistent in his own way.
When the
