IVY
I find Sierra in her room, face down on the bed, screaming into a pillow.
Immediately the door closes, she lifts her head just enough to glare at me. Her mascara has migrated halfway down her face. She’s wearing the same dress from last night, which tells me she must have ended up sleeping outside too.
“I cannot believe he’ll do something like this.” She pouts.
I swallow hard as I move closer to her.
Me too, girl. Me too.
“I told him I wished he was dead. To his face.”
“Yep. I saw all of it.”
“And I meant it.”
I climb onto the bed beside her.
“Did you, though?”
She flips onto her back, a tired sigh slipping out of her lips.
“No. Maybe. I don’t know.” A frustrated groan escapes her.
“Why does he have to be so… him? Why couldn’t he just stay gone? It was easier when I
