No More Funding My Traitor

Summary

Walking home after school with Everett, the world was exactly as it had always been—the smell of damp pavement, the rhythmic thrum of rain against umbrellas, the comfortable silence between two people who had known each other since they were in diapers.

Then, a voice that was unmistakably Everett’s, yet completely silent, echoed inside my skull.

God, Cora is such a drag. Why does she have to shadow me every single day?

I froze. Everett hadn’t moved his lips. He was staring straight ahead, his profile as sharp and cold as an ice sculpture.