Jessa

Snow days weren’t supposed to feel like this.

They were supposed to feel like cartoons and pajamas and Mom yelling about chores because “being home doesn’t mean being lazy.”

Not… whatever this was.

Not me walking out of Ridgeville High with Noah Carter beside me, his hand warm around mine, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Like I belonged there.

Like I belonged with him.

The parking lot was chaos—kids cheering, teachers trying to herd ...