Jessa

I don’t remember how I got here.

One second, I was in Daniel’s living room, surrounded by dozens of staring eyes, my heart splintering as the words poured out of me. The next, I was outside, running barefoot down the street, mascara streaking my cheeks and lungs burning.

Now, I’m curled up on Mariah’s bed, clutching one of her pillows so tightly it feels like it’s the only thing keeping me from flying apart completely.

The room smells like her vanilla-scented ...