They say when something traumatic happens in a person's life that, every individual handles it differently. Some cry their eyes out, and some get absolutely drunk. But to me, well, that was a completely different story.

I pretended that none of it even happened.

Pushing in my headphones, I let Fitz blast in my ears, pretending that my life was going to be okay. School had started before I knew it, and I had dropped into my regular routine of going to classes ...