Well, my last journal entry on my birthday was the shortest I’ve written… Not like I’ve written very many in this journal, obviously.
Today I realized how hard I was holding myself together to get through the last four days. A lot has happened in those four days and most of it in just one day, today. Too much for one day that I feel like I need to write this down.
Four days of silence.
That’s when it started. The night of our birthday. The call went directly to voicemail.
Then it was four days of calling, texting, hoping—then pretending I wasn’t hoping.
Four days of imagining every possibility or excuse except the right one: that it wasn’t Kae choosing the silence.
I didn’t sleep well. The last two days, I lived off coffee and energy drinks from the school’s vending machines. I kept
