Fragile Sanctuary

GENEVIEVE’S POV

I rubbed my hand over my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My phone, still turned off, was tucked away inside my drawer.

I refused to turn it on and see what was going on online. I hadn't even left the house. Harper had dropped by this morning, but I'd been asleep, and Weston didn't want to wake me.

I was still trapped in my little bubble, pretending thousands of people