Jules POV
Maya doesn't tell me where we're going until we're already in the car.
I wouldn't have come if she'd told me upfront, which is exactly why she didn't. She said fresh air, said I needed to get off the couch, said I'd been inside for three days since the grocery store and my color was wrong and she was worried, and I was too hollowed out to argue so I put on shoes and got in her car and watched the campus go past the window.
When she turns onto the road that runs behind the athletic complex I go very still.
"Maya." My voice comes out flat.
"Just hear me out." She keeps her eyes on the road, both hands on the wheel, the specific posture of someone who rehearsed this. "You've been trying to make sense of this for months. You've been trying to understand why. And you're not getti
