Sireen’s POV
Trevor was right. I did survive and make it home, but not before rain drenched me and the cold wrapped around my body like a second skin, entering into my bones and making me shiver violently. Thank the goddess I didn’t have any books in my bag because anything that could’ve been ruined by water got spoiled, including my phone.
When I got home, Mom was in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with a steaming cup of tea in her hands, but she rushed up on seeing me. I didn’t have it in me to regard her, so I dragged myself to my room, shut the door, and made sure it was locked.
I only held out for as long as it took for me to shred my drenched clothes and change into the nearest ones I could find, and without a shower or a response to Mom, I curled up on the
