Mia got home late after sitting in the truck for almost an hour. Her mom took one look at her stained shirt and the tired lines on her face and didn’t even ask questions. Just heated up leftovers and set them in front of her.
Jake didn’t come down for dinner. Good.
She ate in silence, phone face down. Another unknown number had texted her during the drive home. Something about karma. She blocked it. It was definitely Sarah and her cohorts.
Next morning she almost didn’t go. But skipping felt like losing, so she went anyway. But this time not with Jake. He had left her and she had no choice than to drive her car. She barely drove it.
Campus looked cleaner. Most of the posters were gone, but the damage wasn’t. People still stared. Someone had written “Mia Thompson” on a bathroom stall w
