Chapter 113 Mistaken, Again

TESSARA

Oren was there beside me, his bag dropped lazily on the cafeteria floor as he held his usual canned iced coffee. We were seated near the back, far from the rest of the crowd. It was our first break of the day, but it already felt like the last.

"You seem really tired," he said quietly, watching me carefully.

"Yeah," I muttered, resting my cheek against my palm.

I was tired. And not just