Kayla pov
My aunt hadn't stopped hovering since I got home, hands fussing over my shoulders, my ankle, my face, like she was checking for injuries the school nurse might have missed.
"I'm fine," I told her for what felt like the tenth time, settling onto the couch, my crutches propped carefully against the armrest.
"You are not fine. Someone threw your crutch down a hallway." Her voice shook slightly, fear still fresh beneath the forced calm she was trying to maintain. "I called the school. They're taking this seriously now. Finally."
"I know."
She sat beside me, pulling me into a careful hug, mindful of my ankle, and I let myself sink into it for a moment, grateful for the simple comfort of it after everything that had happened.
Priya arrived twenty minutes later, dropping onto the
