The morning light filtered weakly through my curtains, casting pale shadows across my room. My scarf lay folded neatly on my desk, a familiar weight I hadn't yet draped over my face today. My phone buzzed silently on the bed, screen lighting up. I grabbed and checked last night's message from an unknown number. I stared at it long enough to feel the pulse in my temples rise. Who could it be? My mind flickered to Jade, of course. Who else would have my number? But the thought was sharp, like a blade cutting through doubt. It didn't feel like him. Not really. I sat up, pulling the scarf to cover my cheeks and chin as usual. The fabric felt like armor, and for a moment, I wondered what it would be like to peel it off, to face the world without hiding. But I couldn't. Not yet. I went downstairs after bathing, and grabbed some snacks. Helping myself on my way to school. ∆ I waved my mom go
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