Jessa

I wake up Saturday morning feeling like someone filled my chest with lead weights.

Even with my eyes closed, I know the sun is streaming through my bedroom window, but all I want to do is pull the blanket over my head and disappear.

Last night keeps replaying in my mind like a cruel movie on repeat.

Daniel’s laugh.

Jackson’s careless shrug.

Noah’s silence.

It all swirls together until I can’t tell which part hurts the most.

Probably because it all hurts.

I roll ...