She packed quickly.
Not because she was rushed—because there wasn't much to take.
A duffel bag. A half-full notebook. A few changes of clothes.
No photos.
No keepsakes.
No ghosts.
Diana zipped the bag and slung it over her shoulder. Her cheek still ached from last night's slap, but the pain had dulled into clarity.
Zach was waiting in the hallway.
“You don't have to do this," he said.
“I already have."
He looked at the floor. “They're upset."
“Good."
Zach frowned. “They still think they can fix this."
“I'm not broken," she said. “They are."
“You're being unfair."
“No," Diana said coldly. “I'm finally being accurate."
He stepped aside. “Where will you go?"
“I've got a place."
“You can't afford rent on part-time shifts."
“I'll figure it out."
“Let me help, at least with t
