Days go by - a week to be specific - and I am no closer today to recovering from my dad’s unexpected departure than I was a week ago. But it is high time I get back on my two feet. It is high time I go back to school.
I decide to wear something nice and put make-up on in order to appear beautiful and happy. Fake it till you make it and all that.
My mom accompanies me to school. She has pulled herself together, and doesn’t look like she will burst into sobs at any given moment, so that’s a relief.
After she justifies my absence with a lie I don’t care to remember, I am allowed to go to the class.
Ryker looks up from the desk the moment I enter the classroom, almost as if on instinct. Our eyes meet and I smile at him. He rises to his feet, and my eyes bulge as he crosses the distan
