Chapter 11 What's The Plan?
- The sun had begun its slow descent, casting a warm golden hue across the front porch where Haley sat quietly, curled up on the bench swing outside her house. A soft breeze rustled the trees as birds chirped in the distance. It should have been peaceful, and in a way, it was—but her heart didn’t feel it.
- She needed space. Space from her family. From the heavy, suffocating feeling of being overlooked, unheard, and unloved. They didn’t notice how distant she’d become, how her smiles barely reached her eyes anymore. But she noticed.
- With a sigh, she focused on the one thing that brought her a bit of joy—her best friend, Sandra. Her fingers moved quickly over her phone screen as she texted.