Trust Issues
I reread the message six times before school. You already trust the person who is. Every time I looked at it, the words rearranged themselves into a different nightmare. Jace. Kiara. Mason. Coach Daniels. I locked my phone and shoved it into my bag. Then pulled it back out. Then locked it again. Because pretending the message didn't exist wasn't working. By the time I reached Blackwater, my chest felt too tight for breathing to be automatic. "Morning," Kiara said, falling into step beside me. I studied her face. Dark curls pulled into a ponytail. Coffee in one hand. The same silver rings she always wore. Completely normal. "You okay?" she asked. I hesitated. "Yeah." Her eyes narrowed. "That sounded fake." I forced a smile. "I'm fine." Lie. The first bell rang. The
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