But her parents couldn’t help but worry about their daughter...
“Winona, you and Mr. Huber, you two…” her dad started gently.
Winona knew exactly what was on their minds. She grinned and waved a hand dismissively.
“Don’t overthink it. Keaton and I are just friends. Sure, today’s mess started because of him, but you can’t really blame him—he didn’t know Alicia was that kind of person.”
Ridley frowned, concern etched deep in his face.
“He’s a good kid in every way, except—well, relationships… Winona, why don’t you just move back in with us for a while?”
Winona shook her head, her smile soft but firm.
“You guys know I like having my own place. Don’t worry, really. I’ll be more careful next time. Lesson learned.”
“But—” her mother started.
“Alright, alright, I’m starving! Mom, Dad, could you guys make me something good to eat?”
Caroline perked up immediately. “Of course! What do you want?”
Winona rattled off a few favorite dishes—mac and cheese, roast chicken, maybe some mashed potatoes—and sent her parents bustling off to the kitchen.
She flopped down on her bed, grabbed her phone, and opened the camera app to check the stitches on her forehead.
Ugh, thinking about the new bald patch made her groan.
Ding! Suddenly her phone chimed, making her jump.
She fumbled and—whack!—dropped it right on her face.
“Ow! Jeez, who the hell—” she muttered, rubbing her nose.
It was a message from Keaton. First, an awkward grimacing emoji, then:
[Back home yet? Mind if I come by?]
Winona typed back: [Not a good time!]
Keaton: [Alright, got it.]
A few minutes later, there was a soft tapping at her bedroom window.
Winona glanced over—was that a shadow outside?



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