LOGINJUNE;I slid the bag onto my shoulder and looked at the message one more time. Matthew had set the meeting for eleven at the park. The idea of actually going to Matthew still felt like something I should rethink, but he had chosen an open, mostly crowded place; the time worked too, and that made the thought a little easier to carry. I already knew the shape of the day by heart, and every part of it sat heavy in my chest. The first stop was the police station with Mr. Grayson, Mom and Ronan. Then straight to Matthew.Today we were supposed to find out who Gossipmonger really was, and how far the investigation had come. Romy had texted me some of the things Mrs. Brown had said about the whole investigation to people who cared to listen to her, ugly things that made me wonder if I had met this woman in her previous life, and was the air that choked her to her death. The girl looking back from the mirror wore a neat blouse and fitted denim jeans, hair falling loose over her shoulders.
JUNE;I walked faster. My eyes caught on my wrist and I saw the bracelet he had given me while we walked in the garden. I slipped it free at once and tugged it into the side of my bag.“You will need to hear me out and stop acting like I’m stupid.” He blurted.The words hit the quiet foyer harder than I expected. I stopped near the foot of the staircase, one hand already on the railing. I hadn’t thought he would follow me inside so fast, and I definitely hadn’t expected that tone.“One minute everything was fine,” he continued, still standing in the middle of the foyer, “and the next you treat me like I’m some kind of monster. No explanation. Nothing.”I kept my back to him. My chest rose and fell too quickly. The ugly picture of Natalie at the eatery sprang up in my face, followed by Matthew’s words about Ronan still sleeping with the same woman. My fingers tightened harder around the railing until the edges pressed into my skin.“Just tell me what I did, June,” he said. His voice ha
JUNE;Romy pulled into the driveway and shifted the car into park. I leaned further into the passenger seat and let out a long breath that had been trapped in my chest since the bar. The air left my lungs, but the knot in my throat stayed. The air conditioner was humming but I still felt hot. I slipped out of my trench coat, heaping it on my thighs.Neither of us spoke at first, we just looked ahead and I could tell Romy’s thoughts were spiraling just like mine.I kept seeing Ronan’s face in the fight, the way his fist had moved like he was trained for it or maybe just been into too many fights that he had become quite good at it. I could still see the blood on the other man’s mouth, the swollen skin under Ronan’s eye when he finally froze. What would Mr. Grayson say if he found out his son had been brawling in a bar before midnight? Right now, I do not quite blame the man for the nights he had arguments with his son.The thought made my stomach turn. Matthew’s words from the librar
June was just about to unfold the small piece of paper when her phone rang again. Romy’s name lit the screen. “I’m downstairs,” Romy said the moment June answered. June stared at the folded note in her hand for half a second longer, then slipped it into the side pocket of her shoulder bag without opening it. She girded the belt of the trench coat, wrapping it firmly around her, and left the room. The hallway was empty. She took the main stairs this time, there was no one to hide from at the moment. Romy’s car was already waiting at the curb, engine humming slowly. June climbed into the passenger seat. Romy pulled her into a quick hug as they exchanged air kisses. Romy pulled away from the mansion and headed toward the quieter side of town. “So, what have you been up to? Any news from the police yet?” Romy asked, eyes fixed on the road. June exhaled almost too loudly, her elbow resting on the window frame while she rubbed her forehead. “Nothing new, except Ronan givin
JUNE;I stood by the window, hands clasped loosely against my chest, watching the cars move past on the street below, and the trees move in the cold evening air. Ronan’s face kept rising in my mind no matter how hard I tried to push it away. I swallowed once, hard, and forced the image down. That was the best I could manage even when I wanted to do more.Then I heard it… the rough rumble of an engine. A moment later his car came into view, silver and familiar, pulling out of the driveway faster than usual. My blood boiled. Where was he going at this hour? It wasn’t fully late yet, only a few minutes past seven according to the clock on the nightstand, but the way he drove out, almost recklessly, made my chest tighten. Did he want another accident? I told myself I no longer cared what he did with his life. The words felt so unsure even inside my own head. But at least, I didn’t want him back on a hospital bed asking for me again, that wouldn't work this time.My phone rang on the sh
Ronan walked back to where his friend Alfred was waiting. But for obvious reasons, he couldn't contain himself anymore, he handed the young man a bowl of food and ran upstairs. He shut his bedroom door harder than he meant to and locked it. He stood there for a second with his forehead against the wood, then pushed away and started pacing. The room felt too small for him as he took long strides, one hand dragging through his hair. Every time he closed his eyes he saw June’s face in the hallway, her eyes went red, mouth tight, the way she had looked at his hand on her wrist like it burned her. She had pulled away from him like he was something dangerous or a different person entirely and that did hurt him. He didn’t understand any of it. Only yesterday she had stood on that podium and thanked him in front of everyone. Their eyes had met across the arena and she had given him that soft, private smile that was only for him. Everything had felt beautiful then. Now she wouldn’t e
JUNE.My phone buzzed in my hand.Mom.Again.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “I’m still in line,” I said softly, almost whispering.“June,” her voice came through, soft but tight, like she was trying not to panic. “You said it wouldn’t take long. Your stepfather will be here
JUNE; The sun poured through the light curtains as if it had been waiting for hours to wake me up. I blinked against the brightness, my eyes heavy and sticky, and rolled over in the huge bed. My body sank deeper into the mattress, all soft and fluffy like a cloud had decided to hug me all night
JUNE; I took the stairs, one at a time, hand tight on the railings. They were already seated, Mom, Mr. Grayson, and that boy, but their cutlery still lay perfectly, glasses remained untouched. The aroma of different delicacies wafted through the air into my nostrils. But I still hated the idea o
JUNE. Warm water still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the shower. The bathroom was nothing like the one I was used to. I grabbed a towel, wrapping it tightly around my body, my mind drifted back to an hour ago. How was it possible? The worst person I had met in school, was my step-brother







