People avoided her eyes. A few looked at her with something close to pity. Others with something sharper. Vincent had been talking. Her friend Diana—who used to text her during lunch breaks, who’d once sworn she’d always be on Alexis’s side—suddenly became busy.
Missed calls. Short replies. Eventually, nothing at all. Alexis noticed how quickly the distance formed, how neatly people stepped back, like they’d been warned. Still, she told herself it was temporary.