Vi desperately wanted to talk to Ryn about whatever was going on between them, but, as if the universe was mocking them, they were even busier than usual in the three days leading up to the Liberation Day Ball. Vi kept telling herself not to worry. If Ryn’s thoughts were focused on something big-deal, like … like … don’t think it, don’t think it … an impending break-up—her heart cracked at the mere thought—he would tell her, wouldn’t he? He wouldn’t let her suffer for days wondering about it. Would he?
don’t think it, don’t think itNo. It was fine. They were fine. They weren’t silly children anymore. They’d survived far worse than an argument over how much time they spent together, and she needed to grow up and stop worrying.
This was what she repeated to herself on Friday evening as she
