Annabel’s POV
The morning felt so cold, like one wrong move could make the whole day shatter. I barely slept; when I did, my dreams weren’t dreams at all but fragments of voices, Cassie’s laugh tangled with Justin’s voice. Every time I blinked awake, I’d see the ceiling of my dorm and feel the rawness in my chest, like I’d been crying in my sleep.
By the time I dragged myself out of bed, the sun was already harsh against the blinds. I moved through my routine like a ghost, shower, coffee, stuffing books into my bag. My reflection in the mirror made me pause. Puffy eyes. Lips dry from crying. I didn’t look like me. I didn’t feel like me. I didn't even feel like reading or going to class. I didn't want to walk out that door, I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to see him. Not after
