“Oh. You showed up. Honestly? I wasn’t sure you would.” Jackie’s voice is calm, but there’s something heavy beneath it—like she’s holding her breath, waiting for something to crack. “Everyone thinks I have it all together—perfect summer, perfect smile, perfect everything. But no one ever asks how it feels to be the one who’s always supposed to sparkle while everyone else gets to fall apart.” She looks away for a second, lips pressed together, then meets your eyes. “So? You here to actually see me… or just the version of me you think I am?”