Thursday arrived with a weight I couldn’t shake. Yesterday had blurred into a haze, but today was sharp with dread—Alex’s suspension was over. He’d be back, and I knew he’d find a way to cross my path. I had to stay alert.
My morning routine was mechanical: shower, uniform, brushing my teeth while half-listening to the news. I barely tasted my cereal and grabbed a banana on the way out. Outside, the cool air greeted me—and so did Rhys, waiting by the gate, leaning casually with his backpack slung over one shoulder.
“Morning,” he said, his voice warm with concern.
“Hey,” I replied, trying to sound normal, though anxiety twisted in my stomach.
We walked together, our steps syncing like always. Usually, our walks were filled with jokes or quiet comfort. Today, silence hung heavy.
“You ok
