Becca

With James being gone, I had to keep myself preoccupied, which meant diving into my studies and pretending to be the A plus student I had always been.

While the other seniors were enjoying spending time with their loved ones and friends, I hid away in the library when needed and then rushed through the halls to my next class, learning as much as I could before heading home.

There wasn’t much I honestly wanted to do. The one person who I ...