Chapter Three
Mia
My old room is still the same as it has always been, though a little more dusty and slightly stuffy, since nobody has come in here for months, if not longer... The same shelves, the same desk, the same bed, it’s all exactly as I remember it.
I’m lying in bed, my covers pulled up as high as I can without suffocating myself. I don’t know what Mum and Dad thought about me being such a mess when I came here, but they didn’t ask me much during dinner, probably thinking that I’m still upset over Noah or something. They can be pretty hands-off most of the time, as long as I do what they expect from me, and Noah was never that high on their ‘people they like’ list. Which... I guess they were right in their distrust of him.
I’ve left my phone in my bag, not wanting to have to
