Ayla
I was curled up in my room, lost in a book, when a notification popped up on my phone, pulling me away from the pages of La vita intima. Yuna’s name flashed on the screen, and—like always—her message was drowning in cheerful emojis, hearts, and laughing faces, enough to make me smile without meaning to.
“Aylaaa, when are you coming back to campus? Don’t be such a hermit!” she wrote, ending it with what looked like an entire fireworks display in emoji form.
Before I could even reply, an incoming video call filled my screen. I sighed softly and hit the green button.
We talked about River—how Rhett had beaten him up the other day. The student council president, Ares, had helped River get to the health center to patch him up. Yuna was talking a mile a minute, and I just listened witho
