Sienna

The days blurred.

Not soft, not easy—

blurred like everything was happening too fast and too quietly at the same time.

Tuesday.

Kendra slipped me her phone during lunch.

I walked to the far corner of the courtyard and called him.

He answered before it even rang twice.

“Sienna?”

My chest warmed instantly.

“I can do Friday,” I whispered, heart hammering. “I’ll come.”

He exhaled, shaky, relieved.

“Thank God… I’ve been losing my mind.”

I smiled—small, ...