One week ago…
The first thing Dr. Hall said that morning was when I sat down in her office was, “You look exhausted, Skylar.”
I almost laughed. That was an understatement.
I hadn’t slept properly in days — maybe weeks. I was still stuck in that weird loop where your body’s tired but your mind keeps replaying the same moment like a broken movie reel: Ryans standing in front of me, that damn photo on Caleb’s phone, the disbelief swirling into me that had burned down into hurt.
And the worst part? It wasn’t even anger anymore for me that was driving me crazy. It was the emptiness.
Dr. Hall moved her body forward slightly, her hair brushing her shoulders and her gaze on me steady enough to calm me down if I wanted to be calm. “You’ve been quiet today.”
I shrugged, picking at the frayed e
