The next few days passed in a blur of activity, but for Lily, something felt off.
At first, it was subtle—an undercurrent of tension in the air whenever Maya was around.
Maya’s usual warmth seemed strained, her smiles not quite reaching her eyes, and the way she fidgeted whenever Lily caught her gaze left Lily with a nagging sense of unease.
Lily, ever the perceptive one, couldn't ignore the changes.
Maya had always been her closest friend, the one who knew her inside and out, and Lily had always known Maya’s moods better than anyone else. But recently, something was different.
It was lunch when Lily first noticed how truly off Maya was.
As the bell rang and students flooded into the cafeteria, Maya was unusually quiet.
Normally, she would have laughed at something Lucas or Lia
