My stomach rumbled loudly, a mix of nerves and hunger. I mean, I shouldn’t be nervous, right? Just one more day and I’d be back at Sierra Vista High, suspension over. But the idea of seeing Tahni again tied my stomach in knots – a much bigger fear than any school rules.
“Sloane, eat something,” Dad’s voice broke through my thoughts. I glanced at the plate of eggs in front of me, still untouched.
“I’m not hungry,” I fibbed, but took a bite anyway.
The smell of coffee was a small comfort as Pops’ laughter echoed from the living room, blending with the sound of Dad typing at the kitchen table. Stetson was devouring his cereal like it was his last meal, while Evan – my Evan – leaned in close, his whispers making me shiver. A warmth spread through me at his closeness.
“Nervous?” he teased,
