Ashley
I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. My mind would not stop. Everything that had happened between me and Hayden played over and over like a film I could not pause. Every time I tried to think of something else, it came back again. His face. His voice. The way he looked at me the night before everything changed. Now he would not even look at me.
I turned on my side and pressed my face into the pillow. What went wrong? Why did everything feel so heavy? I wanted to ask him about what happened, about what he meant when he walked out of my room that morning. But each time I thought about it, something stopped me. Maybe it was fear. Maybe I did not want to know the answer.
I heard my mother moving around downstairs. The sound of her voice drifted faintly to my room, but I could not
