Chapter 49. My Type

CHARLOTTE

I sat down hard beside my phone, my knees folding in, my face pressing into my hands.

The sob broke out of me before I could stop it—it turned into a sharp and ugly cry.

I cried until my breath came in ragged little gasps, until my eyes burned and my skin felt too tight for my body.

The room blurred around me. I could still hear my mother’s voice, my sisters’ mocking, replaying in loops even though I’d stopped the message.

For the first time since I’d woken, I wished I could just slip back into that heavy, dreamless dark from earlier—I wished I could just die in peace.

I lay down and closed my eyes, tears rolling down the side of my face. Then Olive and Angela came to mind.

They must be very worried.

I picked up my phone and scrolled through my call log, hesitating a little before pressing the call button, my heart still hurting from the WeChat message my mother sent to me.

When Olive’s voice came through, it carried su