I look at the breakfast in front of me. I need to eat this or I won’t be able to go to class. At the same time, I don’t actually want to go to class. I’ll run into Hunter again, and Hanna will start asking questions. I don’t want either. I just want to be alone for the day.
A knock on the door makes me look up. Lola is standing in the doorway. “Morning.” Her voice is soft, kind.
“Morning.” I can’t help the grumble. And there goes my chance of getting around breakfast. I’m not sure it’s a good or a bad thing.
“Are you ready to leave?” She sits down opposite me.
I shake my head. “I don’t want to go today.”
“I know, but you still need to. You’ve only got one class, right? And after that I can meet you at the workshop if you want me to.”
While I’d love to share her enthusiasm, the worksh
