Silent Confession

Sheila's POV

The drive back to the house was thick with silence. I stared out the window, the trees blurring past as the car sped down the road.

“Are you okay?” Andrew’s voice broke the silence, soft and full of concern.

He glanced at me a few times, probably concerned by how I had withdrawn into myself. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn’t turn to meet them. I couldn’t.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. The truth was, I wasn’t okay. I was far from okay. My heart ached, and my mind wouldn’t stop replaying the day I caught Alan and Phoebe together after I watched their leaked video.

It was like an old wound had been torn open, and no matter how much I tried to hold it together, the pain kept seeping through.

I could still see them, tangled up in each other, the shock and betrayal hitting me like a tidal wave. I had thought I was over it—over them. But seeing that video… It was like it happened all over again. The disbelief, the hurt, the anger. It was all there, gnawing at