The best lies are the ones you start believing yourself.
And Sonia was starting to believe she was Silas.
She hadn’t slept. Again.
The photo of Rhys Vale now lived taped to Silas’s notebook, but Sonia didn’t open it that morning. She pushed it into her drawer like an ugly secret and decided for now, she’d forget.
There were more immediate problems:
Her physics grade had dropped by five points.
Mavina was acting territorial again.
And someone had updated Daxton’s social board to declare that “Prince Vale is back. But colder.”
That part didn’t bother her.
In fact, she liked it.
As she stepped into the hallway, conversations halted. Two girls at the lockers paused mid-whisper. One even adjusted her hair as Sonia passed.
She didn’t look at them.
She didn’t look at anyone.
Just lik
