Despite my room being cleaned before I arrived, it still looked like it belonged to seventeen year old me getting ready for senior year.
I picked up the frame on my bedside table, a soft smile forming on my lips. It was a picture of Lana and me in matching bikinis, both of us grinning like puppies under the sun.
I moved around the room, my gaze landing on a box tucked beside my bed. I dragged it closer and sat down, pulling off the cloth covering it.
Dust flew up instantly, filling my nose.
“Ugh—” I coughed, waving a hand in front of my face before reaching inside.
My fingers brushed against something soft. I pulled it out.
A knitted sweater.
I shook it open, squinting through the dust—and then I saw the words stitched across the front:
Pretty b***h.
A laugh slipped out of me, hal
