Chelsea pov
I'd stopped sleeping properly days ago, my mind running through contingencies until the numbers blurred, every plan I'd built so carefully over the past several weeks fraying faster than I could patch it back together.
Everyone was talking about me now. Not the way I wanted them to be, not curious or intrigued, but wary, whispering behind their hands whenever I walked past, teachers watching me beat too long in the hallway, the principal's office door I'd been called into twice already this week without anyone quite accusing me of anything they could prove.
I could feel it slipping.
Ten years of patience, unraveling in a matter of days, all because of a photograph I hadn't accounted for, a memory sharper than I'd calculated, a mistake I still hadn't fully forgiven myself f
