Lyra

I spent the rest of the weekend in my room, except for training with Killian. What Whitney had said played on repeat in my mind, making me question everything.

When Sally came in late Sunday evening, our eyes locked. She looked like she was about to say something, but stopped when she saw my expression. I just couldn't bring myself to talk to her or ask her about what I'd overheard. It hurt too much. Instead, I focused on my schoolwork, trying to keep my mind off it all. ...