Waking up seems more like a chore nowadays. Due to everything that happened these past few weeks, I had been lagging behind in all my classes.
I dressed slowly, throwing on a basic outfit: jeans, a simple top, and my old, reliable sneakers. No effort today. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone—least of all Evan. I could hear the faint sounds of breakfast being prepared downstairs, and for a moment, I considered skipping it altogether. But I knew that would only make things worse. Evan would take it as another slight, another reason to confront me, and I wasn’t in the mood for one of his lectures.
I had to get used to the odd morning routine of waking up and having an awkward breakfast with Evan. I was either with him or alone with Maureen to keep me company.
Today just had to be one of t
