Unspoken Burdens

Milo’s POV

I didn’t notice Phoebe until she called my name for the second time.

“Milo.”

I stopped walking, my body reacting before my mind did. She stood in front of me, arms crossed, eyes scanning my face like she was trying to read something I didn’t want seen. The hallway buzzed around us, lockers slamming, voices overlapping, but it all felt muted.

“You look awful,” she said quietly. “Have you