“I’m sick of it!” Isla cried, slamming her fists on the table. Thalia briefly stopped pacing to glance at Isla, and felt guilt tear through her heart. “All the lies, the secrets, I’m sick of it!” Isla gritted her teeth as oceans swam in her eyes, betraying the mask she was trying to keep on.

“Isla,” Thalia began, but was cut off quickly by Isla’s shaky voice.

“Don’t you dare “Isla” me, Thalia ...

HANNAH

The smell of coffee hung in the air, making my head throb. “Avery, how come you chose THIS coffee shop? You know how sensitive my headaches are.” I touched my hand to my forehead tenderly, wincing at the pain.

“Shit, I’m so sorry Hannah! I totally forgot.” Avery gave me her “sorry” face, with her upturned eyebrows and sad puppy eyes, but I could tell she didn’t mean it. I sighed and glan...