EMILIA
I whip around.
She’s wrapped in a towel, another twisted around her hair, and her eyes—
God, her eyes look nothing like the girl I know.
They’re tired. Guarded.
“I—” I start, but no words come.
She steps further into the room, not bothering to mask the anger on her face. “Seriously, Em? Going through my stuff now?”
I lower the pamphlets slowly. “I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to—”
“You did mean to.” Her voice cuts, razor sharp. “You just didn’t mean to get caught.”
“Tess, I was just worried—”
She scoffs. “Spare me. You were nosy. There's a difference.”
I flinch.
But I don’t back down. Not this time.
“You’ve been locking yourself in here for days. You’re not talking to me. You’re barely eating. You didn’t even touch your breakfast.” I gesture toward her desk. “And now I find this?” I hold up the box, barely able to breathe. “You don’t get to shut me out and act like I’m the problem for caring.”
For a beat, she says nothing. Just stares at me with that unreadable face.
Then she shakes h
