PAST
SELENE’S POV:
I woke up on the morning of my eighteenth birthday to absolutely nothing. Zero texts or wishes, even from Zoey.
And I tried not to let it ruin my mood but it wasn’t exactly working out for me. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal. Yes, turning eighteen felt like a huge deal for some people but I couldn’t afford to wish for anything when I hadn’t even gotten a measly text.
Still, some quiet, hopeful part of me believed that maybe she was planning something. Maybe she’d show up in East End as a surprise.
I tried not to dwell on it, not to set myself up for disappointment.
The thump of the lunch tray hitting metal pulled me back from my thoughts and I saw Theo making himself comfortable opposite me.
The only good thing that came out of detention week was that the sch
