Maya’s Pov

It had been three days since I met up with Sienna in the school cafeteria.

Three days of trying to pretend everything was normal, whatever normal meant for me now, while ignoring the persistent feeling that something was profoundly, irrevocably different.

Sienna hadn’t been the only person I’d turned to. She did what any good friend would do. She referred me to people, real people. A therapist. A psychologist.

They all nodded and listened then said the same thing, in ...