Hailey’s POV.
A week.
Seven whole days since we moved.
You’d think that might be enough time for me to at least unpack or open the blinds or look around the neighborhood. But no. I stayed in my room like it was a bunker and the rest of the world was at war. The most I did was drag myself to the kitchen for water or snacks, and even that felt like crossing enemy lines.
I didn’t care about the house fridge or the stupid backyard with trimmed hedges that looked like they belonged in a brochure.
I don't want any of that.
"Wakey wakeey, sunshine." Aiden's text was the first to wake me up.
"Hey." I simply texted him.
"Are you still pissed about moving?"
"Very much so."
"C'mon, try to let it go, and enjoy the city."
"But I won't be able to see you again."
"What made you so sure that I lived in California and you could find me there?"
That seemed to strike a bell.
"I don't know, I just had a feeling."
A knock suddenly came on the door before I could get his next message.
“Hailey,” mom
