AISLYNMorning comes far too quickly.

The sunlight that slips into my room feels intrusive, like an unwanted guest barging into a private moment. My eyelids flutter open, heavy from a night that offered little rest. My mind spent hours replaying everything, the witch evaporating like smoke, Ashlyn’s icy jealousy at lunch, Elliot’s pathetic attempt to apologize.

And that last moment…

The moment I let him into my room.

Disgust curls in my stomach, not because of him, but because I let my ...