The Static in the Air

The kitchen was still a bright, flour-dusted haven, but the comforting chaos now felt miles away, separated from me by a sheet of glass. I stood in the doorway, the lingering scent of cinnamon and rising dough catching in my throat. The jazz, once a lively counterpoint to Nana’s humming, now sounded tinny and distant, a song being played in another room.“Did you talk to Amanda?” Piper asked, finally giving up on the dog’s tail and flopping dramatically onto a kitchen chair. “Did she get the lead? You’ve got that ‘I just accidentally signed up for mandatory summer school’ look on your face.”Nana stopped rolling the dough and looked at me, her brown eyes, always so warm and perceptive, narrowing slightly. “She’s right, Rory-girl. What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, and not one of the friendly ones.”I forced a smile, one that felt stiff and cracked, like old paint. “It’s nothing, Nana. Just… history. Mr. Morris gave us a surprise essay prompt. I need to go back over my note

Last Updated : 2025-10-10

The Fallout and the Anchor

The silence wasn't empty; it was full of the ragged echo of our combined breaths and the furious, frantic hammering of my heart. Todd’s eyes, a brilliant, clear blue, were wide and focused only on me, like I was the last source of light in a dark room. The intensity was almost too much to bear.He didn't move away. His hands were still framing my face, his thumbs stroking the soft skin below my cheekbones. The weight of his gaze and the warmth of his touch were an anchor, finally steadying the chaos the last hour had been.“We need to talk about her,” I whispered, the word 'her' tasting bitter on my tongue. I gestured vaguely toward the door he’d been about to storm through. “The person who made the video.”The mention of her—of the lie—was like snapping a thin wire. Todd’s jaw tightened again, the storm still lurking just beneath the surface, but this time, it was controlled. He took a slow, deep breath and finally stepped back, though his eyes never left mine.“Right. Her.” He ran a

Last Updated : 2025-10-11

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The Static in the Air

The Fallout and the Anchor