No sympathy.
No correction.
Just reality.
ROWAN
I tried not to read it.
I didn’t succeed.
The more I avoided it, the more it showed up everywhere.
Screens. Conversations. whispers.
Mia finally snapped.
“You can’t control what they write,” she said.
“I know that.”
“Then stop acting like you can.”
I looked at her.
“That’s not the problem.”
“Then what is?”
I hesitated.
Then said it.
“I’m part of it now.”
Mia didn’t respond immediately.
Because she understood what I meant.
That was the worst part.
MASON
I texted Rowan during a break.
Didn’t think.
Just sent it.
Mason:
Ignore it.
Three dots.
Stopped.
Started again.
