Falling apart
Aidan was AWOL. Completely off-grid. Zip. Zero. Nada. I hadn’t heard a single thing from him since the message I sent earlier in the week, the one that had cost me twenty minutes of spiraling panic and hope. Nothing had changed since then. My message sat there, unread. The little tick taunted me every time I opened my phone. I'd casually asked Miss Lane, our English teacher, in the most uninterested voice I could fake, "Miss, do you know if Mr. Callahan is back soon?" She looked at me over her glasses and said something vague like, “You need to concentrate on your work, Stacey.” Fuck her, I thought. I only got through the week because of Kayla. She’d been my rock, sleeping over, watching crap telly with me, and pretending not to notice when I stared too long at my phone or went quiet i
- Writer
