(Isabella)
I heaved a deep sigh, recalling the whirlwind of today’s events: Emma, Emily on the rooftop, Jacklyn, Calvin, Jacklyn again, Clara, Gerald, Jacklyn one more time, and then the body. Now, I was about to face Jacklyn again.
With another sigh, I threw myself back onto my bed, utterly exhausted from the emotional rollercoaster.
The door opened, and Maya walked in. Without a word, she headed to her desk and sank into her chair, her expression radiating frustration.
I rose from my bed and approached her. Touching her shoulder, she finally turned to face me, her eyes cold.
"I'm sorry, Maya," I said, my voice soft.
"It's not just about saying sorry, Isa; it's about changing," she replied. Adjusting in her seat, she faced me fully. "I'm your friend. Stop shutting me out. If somethi
