Amy's POV
I had carried it for two weeks and I was fine. That was the thing I kept telling myself I was fine, it wasn't my business, I had said as much to Michelle's face and I had meant it. I had bigger things to worry about. Mark had said something cutting at breakfast on Monday that I was still quietly digesting. Mia had a thing with a boy in the year above that required significant emotional maintenance. Lia was stressed about her coursework and stress-transferred it onto everyone nearby. I had shifts at Morning Hour and homework and the persistent low hum of grief that hadn't gone anywhere, just learned to live alongside me like an uninvited lodger.
I had plenty. I did not need Michelle's situation on top of it.
So I didn't think about it. Or I tried not to. The trying was the par
