Cassie
By the time Sophia pulled away from the curb in front of the Old Lady House, I had managed to convince myself I was fine.
It wasn’t even a very convincing lie.
My smile had already slipped before we reached the end of the street, and I kept my face turned toward the passenger-side window because looking at Sophia would only invite questions I wasn’t ready to answer. The campus moved past us in flashes of brick buildings, bare trees, and students bundled in sweatshirts as they crossed the sidewalks with coffee cups clutched in their hands. Everything outside looked completely normal, which somehow made the tightness in my chest feel more ridiculous. Nobody had died. Nobody had betrayed me. Brett had simply answered a question honestly.
I wasn’t his girlfriend.
He had every right
