*Bianca*

“Maybe you’re just projecting, Bia,” Amara said bluntly over the phone.

I heaved a sigh, curling my legs up on the couch further as I stared at the random soap opera playing in the background. Even muted, I could tell it was filled with overly dramatic music in every scene.

Lounging out in the living room had seemed like a better idea than keeping myself closed up in my room again but I was starting to think it was only worse. The window was ...