Jessa

Monday mornings are the worst.

Dragging myself out of bed after the disaster that was Daniel’s party feels like climbing a mountain with no peak. My whole body feels heavy, and it’s not just from exhaustion. It’s from the weight of… everything.

The spin-the-bottle humiliation replays in my head on a loop. Noah’s smirk. The laughter. Jackson’s voice cutting through it all, casual and cruel.

I told myself I’d forget about it by Monday. That nobody would even remember by ...