Noah

The second I walked into my house, I kicked the door shut with my heel and slumped against it like it might hold me up. The place was dark and quiet, the way it always was when Mom was working late.

Normally, I liked the silence. Tonight, it felt suffocating.

Jessa’s voice was still ringing in my ears — raw, broken, impossible to ignore.

“I can’t help it, Noah! I’m not like my brother. I hate this body, I hate being me! No matter what I do, I’ll never be ...