Serenya
Minutes after the disastrous breakfast felt quieter than it should’ve been. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe it was the awkward silence I’d soaked in at that long, glassy dining table while Kaelith refused to even glance my way. Either way, I knew I couldn’t sit around wallowing. I needed to move, to breathe.
I sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out the curls I hadn’t cared to tie up last night, my eyes drifting to the charger plugged by the wall. The stolen charger. I sighed and looked away. One disaster at a time.
My phone finally buzzed back to life, and the moment it did, the screen exploded with notifications. But none more persistent than the seven missed calls and over a dozen messages from Elara.
Elara (10:05PM):
“Where tf are you??”
Elara (10:19PM):
“Your mom won’t say
