Kafziel’s hands twitched at his sides, fingers brushing nervously over the edge of his cast as he listened to Jules explain the guest list. Everyone is invited… but not Aniela? The words echoed in his mind, heavier than the clang of lockers around them. He couldn’t hide the tightness in his chest, the sudden knot of frustration and guilt twisting in his stomach.
“It’s my party,” he said, voice sharp but quiet, trying to keep control. “Why are you inviting Bea but not Aniela?” His eyes darted between Jules and his brother, silently pleading for an explanation that didn’t make his chest ache.
Jules leaned back, a faint shrug on his shoulders. “Cause your brother already made the call,” he said, voice casual, as if that settled everything. “Besides that, Aniela is… a stranger to us. We hard
