Raven sat on the edge of her bed, heart pounding. Her fingers tapped nervously against her thighs as thoughts raced like wildfire. The truth was a ticking bomb, and Mia—blissfully unaware—stood directly in its blast path.
She had to do something. Say something. But what? How do you warn someone about a storm you helped delay?
Her stomach knotted. Panic clawed up her throat.
Then suddenly—an idea. Quick, impulsive, half-formed. But it was something.
Without thinking it through, she jumped to her feet, clicked her desktop shut, and stormed out of the room like her thoughts were chasing her.
Down the hallway, Mia stood inside her room. The bed was covered in neatly folded tops, jeans, and jackets, each arranged like puzzle pieces. Her planner sat nearby, pages open and color-coded. Her c
