Fractures
The message came before school even started. I was still standing in my room, half-dressed, staring at my reflection like I didn’t quite recognize myself anymore, when my phone lit up. Unknown Number. But this time, it didn’t feel like a notification. It felt like a warning. You’re not the only one he’s protecting. My stomach tightened instantly. I didn’t even have time to breathe before another message came in. Ask him what he hid at the principal’s office. My fingers went cold around the phone. The principal’s office. Jace. Suspension. Conduct a review. Something shifted in my chest. Because I realized something very clearly in that moment— I didn’t actually know what happened in that room. I only knew what Jace chose to tell me. And that was suddenly not enough. Schoo
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