Annabelle forced a smile. “I know. I’ll be fine.”
But she wasn’t fine. Not at all, she didn’t like being left in a situation that looked like she wasn’t in control.
That night, after dinner, the students gathered around a bonfire. The flames crackled and danced, casting a warm glow over everyone’s faces. Annabelle sat with Flavia and Joy, trying to enjoy the moment, but her eyes kept wandering to Fynn. He was sitting with a group of guys, laughing and joking like nothing was wrong. Like he hadn’t just ripped her heart out that morning.
Flavia leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Go talk to him.”
Annabelle shook her head. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Flavia said, her voice firm. “You’re not going to let this eat at you all week. Remember you will be here together throughout. Go.”
Anna
