AURORA'S POV:
The next morning feels unreal, like my brain can’t decide if it wants to acknowledge what’s happening or shove it down into some dusty corner to rot in silence.
But silence isn’t a luxury I can afford.
Not when someone out there has something so personal, so violating, and is playing these sick games with it. With me.
The note haunts my thoughts all through breakfast. My scrambled eggs taste like paper. I barely hear Cali rambling about her fight with Dax, something about him sending shirtless selfies to his ex again.
I stayed over at Cali's house because I was scared of someone watching me in my room. Right now, we are in school.
I nod when I should, laugh where it’s expected, but my fingers keep brushing against the folded note in my hoodie pocket like it’s a warning
