Zee.
I woke up the next morning feeling better than I had the day before, though my body still ached with fatigue.
It was a school day, and I wasn’t going to miss it.
I sat at the edge of my bed, hands clenched in my lap, as the events of two nights ago replayed in my mind. For a moment, I could feel my heart race a little.
I wished I’d never have to see Lawrence again—but wishes weren’t horses.
I stood up, wincing as a dull ache spread through my ribs.
I was about to head to the bathroom when a gentle knock on the door stopped me in my tracks.
“Come in,” I said.
My father and Natasha walked in, both already dressed and ready to leave.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” my father said with a smile.
“Good morning, Daddy. A beautiful morning to you, Natasha,” I replied with a smile.
“Zee
