Cassie
Jill’s words stayed with me far longer than our coffee did.
Walking away isn’t one decision.
It’s a hundred tiny choices.
At first, I hated how true that sounded.
By Thursday morning, I understood exactly what she meant.
The first choice came when my alarm went off.
Normally, somewhere between brushing my teeth and making coffee, I’d check my phone to see if Brett had texted overnight.
This morning…
I didn’t.
Not because I was trying to ignore him.
Because I genuinely wanted to see if I could start my day without making him the very first thing on my mind.
It felt… strange.
Almost wrong.
Like I’d forgotten something important.
I got dressed, grabbed my backpack, and headed across campus toward my morning class.
Halfway there, my phone buzzed inside my bag.
My hand i
