Jessa

The scratch of my pencil was the only sound in my room as I hunched over my history homework. Words blurred on the page. My brain had been in a fog ever since lunch, ever since seeing Noah snap at Daniel, ever since realizing that the tight knot in my chest wasn’t going away.

The sound of the front door downstairs snapped me out of my thoughts. Then came the heavy thud of cleats on the hardwood floor. Jackson was home from practice. Normally, he’d raid the fridge, then disappear ...