Annie POV The air in The Electric Pulse was thick with the thump of bass and the haze of spilled drinks, but it all faded to a dull roar as Caleb’s words cut through me like a knife. He stood in front of our corner couch, swaying slightly, his beer bottle dangling from his hand, his eyes wild with
But the weight in my chest wouldn’t stay gone. My eyes kept drifting to the edges of the room, half-expecting to see Abby’s face in the crowd, even though I knew she was miles away, probably packing up her life at the Pritchards’ mansion. I faltered, my steps slowing, and Peter noticed immediately.
Annie POV The bass thumped through the club, a pulsing heartbeat that vibrated in my chest as colored lights swept across the dance floor. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and spilled drinks, and the crowd was a blur of bodies moving to the rhythm. I stood near the bar with Pet
“Abby,” Ava started, her voice gentle but firm, “Director Adkins called us this afternoon. He told us about the suspension, the video, Madison… everything.” She paused, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. “He’s asked us to come to a meeting tomorrow. Madison’s parents will be there too.” My stoma
Abby POV The familiar creak of the front door echoed through the Pritchards’ mansion as I stepped inside, my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, heavy with more than just clothes. The grand foyer stretched out before me, all marble floors and chandeliers, but it felt colder than I remembered, like t
Abby POV The city lights blurred past the car window, a kaleidoscope of neon and streetlamps as Caleb drove me through New York. I sat in the passenger seat, my duffel bag heavy on my lap, my hands clutching the straps like they were a lifeline. I’d told him I’d take a taxi, that I didn’t need hi