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CHAPTER 9

W
hen I reached home, Mom saw my sad face and asked,

“Hey, Aliss, what’s wrong? Why are you sad? Did
something happen at school?”

I sat on the couch closest to me and lay on it.
“The only guy I’ve been talking to this year broke my heart.”

Mom came and sat beside me, feeling sorry for me.

“Oh, honey, it must be a guy you like, huh?”
I nodded, hoping Mom would just leave me to be alone, though.

“Okay, since you’re sad and broken-hearted, maybe…” She
sighed, and I looked at her.

“We won’t have to go to the carnival tonight, if you like.”

I smiled a little. I was glad my mom knew what was wrong with
me and left me be.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said, going to bed tired, but still crying out my
sad feelings. I hoped the next day would be better.

The next day wasn’t any different. I kept ignoring Caelum, and—
oddly enough—his not trying anymore made it worse. That’s how you

know the trust’s gone: when silence feels heavier than the arguments.

But before I could spiral too deep into it, Celia and Jessie showed up at
my table in the cafeteria.

“Hey, Aliss—hold up, what’s wrong?” Jessie asked curiously.