Jessa

The car ride to school felt wrong in the quietest way.

Not the kind of wrong that made your stomach drop or your pulse spike—just the subtle, unsettling feeling that the world had shifted slightly to the left while you weren’t looking.

Mariah drove with one hand on the wheel, the other tapping along to the radio. She looked normal. Relaxed. Like this was just another Monday morning after another weekend.

But it wasn’t.

Homecoming had happened.

Noah had kissed me in ...