Every time she saw Courtney, her heart squeezed painfully, but she focused on making the most of the last few days in a beautiful place with some of the best friends she’d ever had. At lunch the second to last day, they ate pizza and took hundreds of selfies with each other. Courtney sat on the other end of the table with Jenna and Kanda, and Riya was doing an excellent job of pretending she didn’t exist. The small redhead, Olivia, marched up to Courtney, arms crossed. “Who hurt you?” Olivia demanded. She looked ready to brawl on Courtney’s behalf. Courtney shook her head. “No one. I hurt someone else,” Courtney said, her voice thick and scratchy. The girl’s tiny features twisted in confusion. “Why are you so sad, then?” “Because I wish I hadn’t.” Riya’s heart did somersaults in her chest. She raised her head to openly watch the interaction, but Courtney didn’t notice.
