LILA
I walked back home in shambles, my thoughts a tangled mess of anger, confusion, and dread I couldn't shake. Each step felt heavier than the last, as if the weight of everything I'd just learned was pressing down on me, threatening to crush me from the inside out. By the time I reached the house, my legs felt like lead, my heart pounding—a relentless reminder of everything spiraling out of control.
Hannah's car sat in the driveway, sleek and dark. I reached the door and knocked, too drained to bother finding my keys. Trisha opened it quickly, her face a mix of irritation and what might have been concern, though I doubted it was for me.
"Mom's pissed you left the party without a word," she said, her voice sharp.
I barely registered it. My grip tightened around the journal in my hand
