By Tuesday morning, Harper had discovered there was no ceiling to what people could invent when they were bored enough. The photo of her leaving Luca’s house had spread overnight, and by the time she stepped into Westbrook, it felt like half the school had already decided she’d spent the night there. No one asked her outright. They didn’t need to. They just looked.
Whispers followed her down the hallway like static.
A group of girls near the entrance went quiet the second she passed. Two boys from Luca’s football team exchanged a glance and laughed under their breath. Someone behind her said, “That’s her,” like she was something new to observe instead of a girl who still had a chemistry quiz second period.
Harper kept her gaze forward and walked faster.
Mia caught up with her near the
