**Tillie POV**
The stark, white walls of my apartment are a radical contrast to the warm tones of the beach house. The room feels cold as I wake up and stretch my body beneath the covers. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, slipping my feet into my house slippers. I grab my phone and make my way to the kitchen for my morning dose of caffeine. I look down at my phone, guilt filling my chest. I didn’t tell Maggie I was leaving. It’s been six days since I left Brookhaven and she hasn’t called or texted me.
Me: I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye. Talk soon?
Within minutes of texting Maggie, my phone starts ringing. I hesitate, but ultimately answer.
“Hello?” I say quietly, holding the phone away from my ear preparing for Maggie to yell at me.
“What happened?” she replies just as quietly
