Moving on

The next morning arrives with a weight that feels almost suffocating. Piolo and Kena pull up to my dorm, ready to embark on our journey to Aleksander’s house in Jersey. The atmosphere in the car is heavy, tinged with an unspoken tension that hangs in the air.

Kena, with her straightforward nature, doesn’t hesitate to broach the subject that’s been gnawing at her. She swivels in her seat to face me, her gaze piercing. “Did you and Liam split up last night?”

Piolo, ever the diplomat, tries to quell Kena’s curiosity with a gentle nudge from his elbow. “Leave it. It’s none of our business.”

But Kena, true to herself, remains unyielding. “You know me, Liv. I have a penchant for poking my snout where it doesn’t belong. It’s not nosiness, it’s genuine concern.”

With a sigh, I relent. “Yeah, we’ve broken up.” My voice feels rough, worn from the emotional storm of the previous night.

Kena’s head jerks to the side, her eyes wide with surprise. “Why?”