Selene:
“Oh my God, Selene! Zoning out again?”
Angela’s voice slices through the haze in my mind, snapping me back to reality like a splash of cold water to the face.
I blink, startled, and shift in my seat. “Huh?”
When I meet her eyes, I can already see it. The worry swimming in her gaze. She knows. She always knows when something's off with me.
“Zoning out?” I repeat, forcing a small, unconvincing smile. “No, I— I was totally listening.”
“Oh really?” Angela lifts a brow, arms crossing. “Then tell me…what was the last thing I said?”
My heart skips. Crap.
I open my mouth, searching for anything to say—some clever bluff—but before I can even get a word out, she holds up her hand and sighs.
“Exactly,” she says, shaking her head. “ You weren’t listening. Selene, what’s going on with
