Sienna

Monday came too fast.

I barely slept the night before. My mind kept replaying everything — my dad’s face, my mum’s gentle voice, Lena being mentioned, the ache in my chest, and Jaxon’s soft words in that voice note.

But when I stepped into school, something felt… different.

People weren’t staring at me the same way.

They weren’t whispering with hostility.

They were whispering with pity. Concern. Curiosity.

A group of girls from my English class stopped talking the ...