Kayla pov
I didn't sleep much Sunday night, the photograph propped against my nightstand where I'd left it, Chelsea's small, blurred face staring back at me every time I glanced over.
‘She knew things about you that nobody should have known.’
I turned the sentence over so many times it started to lose shape entirely, words blurring together the way they do when you repeat something too long.
My aunt hadn't spoken to me again after dinner, retreating to her room early with a headache she clearly didn't have, and I'd let her go, unsure what I'd even say if I pushed further tonight.
Monday morning arrived gray and slow, and I texted Priya before I'd even fully gotten out of bed.
‘Can you come early? I need to talk before school.’
‘On my way,’ she replied within seconds.
She showed up
