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Being trapped in a flying metal box for eleven hours is hellish enough without being sat next to your ex-frenemy in cramped economy seats only moments after he confesses his love for you. That’s all Kitty thinks as the words leave Minho’s mouth and the flight crew announces it’s almost time to take off, the doors closing with a quiet thud.
The plane lurches to a start, jerking her forward with enough force, her limp body hits the seat in front of her. Kitty barely registers the dull pain in her head when Minho politely apologizes in Korean to the man in front, glaring at her, and lightly pulls Kitty back into her seat. He doesn’t say anything to her, just returns to digging through his backpack, looking for something.
Kitty isn’t sure if she’s glad he’s giving her space to process or mad that he dropped the ‘L word’ on her without so much as a follow-up statement after. It feels like nothing is right— the silence makes her head spin with “ what if’s” and “ why’s ,” but when the couple next to her starts talking she craves the quiet she’d known before, regardless of how split her head felt.
What is she supposed to do in this situation? The concept was nothing new— Kitty has been confessed to multiple times in her life, but all the interactions were fleeting. People left notes in her locker, or some even braved face-to-face conversations, but there was always an out if Kitty didn’t reciprocate the feelings. There’s no out she can take or excuse she can make 30,000 feet in the air.
They sit like this for a while— Minho silently scrolling on the phone he pulled out of his bag and Kitty staring at the balding head of the man before her, trying to process and find the right words to let Minho down with.
Minho sighs, putting down his phone, “I can literally hear you thinking, and it’s giving me a migraine.”
“Sorry,” she squeaks, cringing at how her voice cracks. Minho seems to think it funny because he gives her a smile— not his classic, blinding grin, but something softer and more understanding.
“I don’t need you to say it back, I know you don’t feel the same.”
“No, I—” Kitty cuts herself off, knowing she can’t lie to him. “Sorry.”
“But why?” she asks, and Minho keeps the soft expression on his face. Despite the clear rejection, Minho doesn’t seem bothered by it. It makes her wonder why he told her in the first place when he was seemingly expecting this outcome.
“Why I fell for you?” Minho asks, eyebrow raised.
“No! Well, yes, I’m confused about that too, but I mean, why are you telling me now?”
He ponders for a moment, “Impulse, I guess? I didn’t really think— it just came out.”
Kitty nods, if anyone knows impulse, it’s her— her life is practically run by one impulsive decision after another. Sitting to think always makes her head hurt and wastes time she could be using actively solving the problem at hand.
“So,” Kitty asks. “What now?”
Minho turns to fully face her like he did minutes before when he confessed. His face is unbothered, and Kitty envies his ability to stay nonchalant because she’s sure she still looks shocked.
“Do you feel the same?”
“No, but—”
“Then nothing changes,” he says simply, maintaining eye contact. “You still love Dae, and you’re not coming back to KISS next semester, but we’re still friends.”
“Friends?”
Minho snorts, “I know we had a rough start, but after everything, I think we could be considered friends.”
“Friends,” Kitty agrees, with a smile. “I can work with that.”
It’s all still confusing to her, and questions swirl in her mind. When did their friendship change into something more for him? How deep are his feelings for her, and will they just fade away on their own? Has he told anyone else? She knows Dae would be crushed if he found out.
While she doesn’t know the answer to any of them, the overwhelming anxiety she felt earlier is gone. Being trapped next to him doesn’t seem as suffocating because they’re friends, and he doesn’t expect any more than that, and that’s good enough for her.
Kitty melts back into her seat, muscles relaxing as the flight attendant asks if they want any drinks. Minho orders her favorite, Sprite, without hesitation, before she can respond herself.
. . .
The flight goes smoothly, and the conversation comes relatively easy, all things considered.
After they deboard, Kitty half expects Minho to bolt the second they get their luggage, but he stays.
He stays with her after collecting his billion bags and stays while she waits for hers. He stays when she goes to say goodbye, and he stays the extra twenty minutes as she waits for her family to pick her up. He only leaves when Kitty sees the familiar silhouettes of her sisters running towards her.
Kitty drops her bag, opening her arms and bracing for impact. Lara Jean hits her first and pulls her into a bone-crushing hug. Lara Jean’s mango-floral shampoo overwhelms her senses, and Kitty breathes it happily.
“I’ll see you later, Covey,” Minho says with a halfhearted salute and smirk before walking off to a tinted SUV.
“Who was that?” Margot asks as she goes in for her hug and Lara Jean pulls away.
She pauses, the question harder for her than it should be. They’re friends, sure— they just clarified that, but how do you explain their history? Former frenemies turned friends turned unrequited lovers?
Nothing she can say will properly explain it, so instead of trying, she responds, “Just Minho.”
Lara Jean raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything more. Kitty really hopes she can escape her sisters’ prying questions this break because if they talk about everything, she knows she won’t be able to stop the tears.
Crying is one of the things she hates the most in the world, not only because of her vulnerability but also the aching pain and exhaustion that comes with it. So with every chance she gets, she prefers to push down her emotions instead of expressing them.
Kitty looks back to the SUV and catches Minho getting in; he’s already in the car by the time she lifts her hand to give him a final wave which he doesn’t see. Disappointment washes over her. She didn’t get to properly say goodbye, and who knows when she’ll see him again— if she ever does.
Suppressing a frown, Kitty turns back to her sisters to help them get her bags into the car.
“I thought Dad was picking me up?” Kitty asks, huffing as she hauls her big yellow suitcase into the trunk of the rental.
Margot helps lift, relieving some of the weight from her weak arms, “He was, but one of his patients went into labor unexpectedly, so we thought we’d surprise you.”
Her older sisters smile down at her, and Kitty pauses to take them in.
Margot looks as graceful and sophisticated as always, her long black hair partially tied up and her eyes shining bright. She had just started her second year of grad school in London and loved it even more than Scotland. Everyone is convinced Margot belongs in the UK, and every time she comes back to Portland glowing with life, Kitty believes it more. While it hurts having her so far away, they know it’s where her heart is, so no one dares question it.
Lara Jean has been thriving at NYU these past three years, having found her place in the world too, just like Margot— Kitty wonders if she’ll ever find her place like them. She thought Seoul could be it for her, but it seemed like the universe was hell-bent on keeping her away.
The trunk door slams shut, and they all get in. Lara Jean makes a big deal about calling shotgun, and for the first time in her life, Kitty doesn’t argue. Being in the front seat means Margot can easily interrogate her on the drive, and god knows how many questions she’ll be forced to answerat the hotel before their flight back to Portland tomorrow— right now, she needs quiet and a distraction.
She has no idea how her entire life managed to implode over the course of a week. Even mentally recapping it makes her head spin. Losing her friendship with Yuri, coming out as something other than straight, breaking up with someone she’s loved for years, and being told by another they’re in love with her— and that was just her interpersonal relationships. She has no idea how or when the reality that she’s never returning to KISS will hit, but she knows it will be hard.
KISS was everything to her, a connection to her mother that was hers alone, and now it’s gone because of something as stupid as student misconduct. If she could go back in time, there’s so much she would change about this semester, but at the end of the day, she wouldn’t trade it for the world. The friends she made and the lessons she learned are something she’ll treasure forever.
“So,” Lara Jean turns to look at Kitty with big, excited eyes. “Tell us everything.”
. . .
Winter Break is in full swing with Christmas fastly approaching, but she can’t get into the holiday spirit no matter how hard she tries.
In the past few days, they’ve already decorated in typical Covey fashion— like Christmas has thrown up on every inch and surface of the house. A tradition that used to bring her such cheer, does nothing to move her.
Lara Jean has been up to the usual and baking up a storm in the kitchen, to which Kitty has been joining in on more than normal to try and keep herself busy. Margot won’t stop talking about her mysterious British boyfriend, and Peter has been banned from setting foot in the kitchen after he mistook salt for sugar, ruining a batch of Lara Jean’s favorite cookies. While Dad and Trina spend their time curled up on the couch looking sickeningly cute in each other’s arms.
She loves seeing the two of them together like this; not only is it great seeing her dad this happy, but it’s proof of her matchmaking skills paying off in the long run. Skills that seemingly work on everyone but herself. The photos she printed from her time at KISS stare back at her on her bedroom wall, reminding her further of this.
The pictures of her and Yuri hurt her the most. Kitty knows Yuri is happy with Juliana, her Instagram is proof of that, and it does nothing to stop the knot in her stomach from growing. She doesn’t know if it’s jealousy of Juliana or guilt for betraying Yuri when she kept silent about Alex. Either way, it keeps getting worse the more she looks through Yuri and her other friends’ social media accounts of them having a blast on break. Usually, Kitty would be just like them, posting about decorating and celebrating with her family, but this year, it feels wrong.
“Kitty, stop moping and come downstairs!” Lara Jean yells from the stairs. Kitty rolls her eyes but stops looking at the sad collage she’s created, grabbing her phone and shutting the door behind her.
Margot finishes collecting the pizza from the delivery man, and Lara Jean perfectly arranges cookies on a tray for their movie night. They all know the gesture is useless; they’ll be digging in and messing up the order of them only minutes into the movie, but LJ insists on doing it still.
“Do we have to watch another Christmas romcom?” Kitty thinks she might gouge her eyes out if she has to watch another cheesy small-town love story unfold.
“Yes, and you’re staying for the whole thing,” Lara Jean glares at her, deadly serious. Kitty rolls her eyes again but makes herself comfortable, pulling a blanket over her legs and burrowing deep into the couch.
LJ looks pleased with Kitty’s surrender, biting off the head of a poor gingerbread man cookie in victory and pressing play. Margot joins them, passing out paper plates and pizza as the intro credits play.
The movie is beyond predictable and cliche, but Kitty finds herself laughing at some parts and smiling at others. The three devour a pizza and a half by themselves, and the perfectly ordered tray of cookies is completely and utterly demolished by the movie’s last twenty minutes.
She may not be in the Christmas spirit, but it would be a lie to say being with her sisters like this isn’t a comfort— she feels for people who aren’t lucky enough to have a family like hers. People like Minho.
Through her social media stalking, she’s noticed a lack of posts with him and his mother when that was his whole reason for coming to the States on break, in the first place. Her heart goes out to him, so much so she feels a need to check up on him.
Kitty pulls up a new message, thumbs freezing over the keyboard, not knowing what to say. How do you invite someone to hang out with your family for Christmas when there’s a weird tension between you two? Would Minho think it’s something more than just not wanting a friend to be lonely during the holidays? What would Dae think if he found out?
She dramatically sighs, throwing her head back and drawing her sisters’ attention— rookie mistake. Lara Jean springs into action, grabbing Kitty’s phone and running to the kitchen. Kitty wastes no time running after her, demanding she gives back her phone.
Lara Jean and Kitty race around the kitchen island for a while, “Who’s Minho?” her sister shouts.
“Minho? The guy from the airport?” Margot quickly walks towards them, the movie completely forgotten about.
“The cute guy?” LJ gasps, scandalized. “What about Dae?”
Kitty stops in her tracks, the question feeling like a gut punch. The past week she’s managed to avoid every conversation they’ve tried to start about her time at KISS and, more specifically, Dae. But she can’t stop the tears from forming this time.
Her eldest sister notices first, “Kitty? Are you okay?”
“I tried to be.”
The tears roll down her face when her older sisters lead her back to the couch, concern clearly painted on their faces. Margot rubs soothing circles in her back and waits for her to start talking, like how she imagines her mom would do in this situation, making her cry even harder.
“What happened?” Lara Jean coaxes.
“So much I don’t even know where to start.”
“The beginning is always a good place. What happened after you surprised Dae at the Welcome Party? You’ve been practically radio silent about everything after that.”
Through snot and tears, Kitty explains everything about the Welcome Party— the cheating, the confrontation, and the cupcake tower. The two cringe as she recounts the embarrassment she felt, lying on the cold ground covered in neon orange frosting. It starts to get easier the more she talks, finding herself calming down as she regulates her breathing to speak.
She explains the fake dating fiasco and even how she briefly thought her chem teacher was their half-sibling. Margot and LJ offer her encouragement to keep going, with no judgment for her shenanigans at the hospital or during Chuseok. When she begins explaining the shift in her feelings at Minho’s Madness Party, she gets choked up again.
Even though she knows her sisters love her unconditionally and don’t have any issue with others’ sexual orientations, speaking it aloud makes her throat tight. But as expected, it doesn’t change anything for them. Margot and Lara Jean share a slight look of understanding when she comes out, but they never pause in their comfort, simply reassuring her they love her regardless of who she’s attracted to. So Kitty keeps going.
She tells them of her gay panic and how Dae confessed his love to her, and she tried so hard to push her feelings for Yuri down, but nothing could suppress them like she wanted. No amount of kissing or time spent with him changed her growing love for her new friend.
Part of her didn’t want to ruin things between her and Yuri after having been at odds for so long, but this crush was different and more intense than she’s experienced before, something more real and tangible. Her sisters nod, probably thinking about their boyfriends and how insurmountable their feelings are for them.
And then she tells them about the breakup, The realization that she can’t love Dae the way he deserves, so she has to say goodbye to her first love. It’s all so mixed up and gargled coming out of her mouth, but her sisters have no problem keeping up.
Kitty ends the recap with Minho’s confession, her complicated feeling about that, and how she’s been taken away from all her friends after having the best semester of her life. Her tears are draining, but when she sheds them, she sheds a part of herself, grieving for how things were; she feels lighter despite the throbbing pain in her head.
Her sisters tell her it’s going to be okay, and for the first time in a while, she thinks it will be.
. . .
Christmas passes quickly after the talk with Margot and LJ, and Kitty finds herself actually enjoying it. They pass out presents, and Kitty gives everyone the gifts she’s accumulated from various shopping sprees in Seoul. Peter gets his favorite character socks, Lara Jean loves the Korean stationery Kitty found, and Margot thanks her for all the Korean skincare products, immediately demanding they do facemasks together as a family. All is well in the Song-Covey household.
New Year’s Eve comes even quicker than Christmas, and Kitty busies her time by meeting up with old classmates and staring at the blank chat box between her and Minho, still feeling guilty for not inviting him to at least a meal. She keeps Insta-stalking her friends, and everyone is having a great time. Her happy mood only soiled when she sees pictures of Yuri and Juliana at the festival in Iceland, the one Yuri couldn’t stop talking about before she left. Kitty has to remind herself that Yuri is her friend first and crush second— well, at least she hopes they’re still friends.
Kitty can’t blame Yuri for being upset with her, but not receiving a single text from her all break hurts more than she’d care to admit. She considers extending the olive branch herself, but Margot tells her she should give Yuri space to process and reach out on her own when she’s ready to talk. It drives her crazy how logical and thoughtful Margot is without trying. Without her guidance, Kitty would probably find herself in a deeper hole than she is now.
She’s scrolling mindlessly on her phone when she gets an email notification— from KISS.
Kitty bolts up from her bed, torn between needing to know what it says and dreading whatever news it’ll bring. She stares at the banner on the top of her screen until it disappears, swiping down to her control center to stare at it even more. Minutes tick by, and Kitty doesn’t notice until there’s a knock at her bedroom door.
“Come in!” she sighs, finally putting down her phone.
“Kitten, have you seen the email Principal Lim sent?” her dad asks, phone in hand and reading glasses sitting at the tip of his nose. Kitty always laughs at the faces her dad makes while trying to read in his phone, looking at it like it’s some alien device he’s using for the first time.
Kitty shakes her head frantically, “I can’t bring myself to look; what does it say?” she sighs dramatically, flopping back on her bed. Though she’s staring at her ceiling, she knows her dad is grinning at her dramatics right now.
As she feels her bed dip next to her, she props herself up on an elbow to look at her dad. He’s tapping through his phone with one finger, and his eyes squinted, “I swear it was just here….”
“Don’t bother, we’ll be here all day,” Kitty jokes, sitting up cross-legged, holding her breath as she finally opens the notification she spent so long avoiding.
“Here goes nothing,” she whispers.
Dear Katherine Song Covey and Parents,
After further review of our code of conduct, we’d like to offer your scholarship and spot back at the Korean International School of Seoul during the upcoming Spring-Summer Semester starting January 12th. Though it’s a full reinstatement, there will be a probationary period and additional conditions for reacceptance.
Please reply with your decision and/or further inquiries by January 5th. We hope to see you return.
Regards, Principal Jina Lim
Kitty lets out a deep breath, she’s spent so long praying for a message like this, but now that it’s reality, she doesn’t know what to think.
As much as she misses her friends and yearns to learn more about her mom, she barely passed the last semester. Does she want to go through feeling stupid compared to everyone else in her class, all over again?
“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” her dad breaks her out of her thoughts. “Isn’t this good news?”
“Yes, but it’s,” she trails off.
“Complicated,” they say at the same time. Kitty locks her phone and gives him a small smile.
“Well, you have a few days to think about it. You know I’ll support you no matter what,” he says. “I will say, you in Korea was the happiest I’ve seen you since your sisters left for college. You really shined.”
“Thanks, Dad,” she bumps her shoulder with his. The two talk for a few more minutes, weighing the pros and cons of everything, before Trina calls him downstairs to help bring in groceries.
Kitty resumes staring at the ceiling, spread out on her bed like a starfish after he leaves.
. . .
It’s been two days since receiving the email on New Year’s Eve, and the deadline is creeping up on them. Kitty, of course, is no closer to making a decision now than when she first read it.
She’s spent the past few days moping around in indecision. She can barely hold a conversation and spends her days in her room scrolling endlessly on her classmates’ socials— specifically Han Yuri.
If she does go back to Seoul, she doesn’t know how to face Yuri after everything. First, she betrays her trust by keeping this massive secret, then she practically confesses her love to the brunette in the middle of the airport and, after, doesn’t even wait for a response before leaving. Yuri should hate her, and Kitty doesn’t know if she can handle seeing that hatred towards her in person again— it nearly killed her the day of the talent show.
Her secret depression spiral isn’t as hidden as she thought it to be, though. She can’t miss the worried glances thrown her way every time she leaves her room. Her family seems to have had enough because Peter confronts her as she’s eating her cereal— or more like pushing it around in the bowl.
“You wanna get out of here?” Peter asks, grabbing his keys from the counter. “We can get some real food.”
Despite knowing he definitely has ulterior motives for their outing, Kitty lets it happen and follows him out the door after bundling up in her winter coat and boots. While it’s not currently snowing in Portland, it’s still cold enough to warrant layers of outwear.
Right now though, it’s snowing in Seoul and has been since the break started. The many posts from her friends about it are making her rightfully jealous. Kitty has only experienced the iconic white Christmas once in her life, and even though the snow only stuck to the ground for a day, it was magical, just like the holiday movies make it out to be.
But, instead of snow, they walk over dead grass that crunches under her feet to get to Peter’s car.
“So, do you want to talk before or after pancakes?”
“Definitely after,” Kitty replies. If she’s going to bear her soul to a man, the least he can do is buy her breakfast first.
“After it is,” he nods and thrums his fingers against the steering wheel as he turns towards on main street towards their comfort diner.
It’s almost like a Covey tradition to go to the Corner Cafe when everything in your life is a mess or changing because if there’s one thing you can count on, it’s the Corner Cafe staying exactly the same. It’s the only constant in a world full of changes and uncertainties.
When the car comes to a stop outside the dirty white siding of the diner’s exterior, Peter quickly puts it into the park and rushes to Kitty’s side, opening the door for her with a dramatic bow. A smile creeps onto her face for the first time in days, and when he notices, his face lights up with one of his own. She’s always admired his talent and love for making others laugh and smile when they’re down.
They find an empty booth, and Joan comes to them immediately, notebook in one hand and menus in the other, but when she notices who it is, she sets the menus aside. They’ve been regulars here for years, in Peter’s case, and life, in Kitty’s— they know the menu like the back of their hand.
“Two pancake specials with extra whipped cream and strawberries, please,” Peter orders, but Joan is already writing it down before he opens his mouth. “Oh, and a chocolate milkshake.”
“Coming right up,” she says easily, and walks back to the kitchen to place the order.
It doesn’t take long for their food to arrive, and after a comfortable silence, filled with stuffing their faces with pancakes, Peter leans back and looks at her expectantly.
“Lay it on me, Covey. I can take it.”
Kitty fights the smile that always seems to find its way onto her face when Peter is around. Her sisters are great, but Peter has always brought such a light and fun dynamic she can’t find within her family. Though she supposes Peter is family now too.
“Did LJ give you a recap on my semester at KISS?”
Peter nods, “Mostly, but she said there are some things you need to tell me yourself.”
She takes a deep breath.
“I’m gay— well, bi? Or maybe pan or fluid?” Kitty’s eyebrows knit together; her sexuality is still tough to label. “It doesn’t matter; the point is I kinda fell for a girl while I was dating Dae.”
His eyebrows shoot up momentarily before returning to normal, clearly feeling bad for the physical reaction he just had. Kitty can’t blame him; she was shocked too after she had that dream about Yuri— it was something she considered about herself but never really felt firsthand until that night at Rubik.
“And she’s why you don’t want to go back?”
“Kinda,” Kitty says. “I don’t know how to face her after the fallout, and losing my scholarship was a wake-up call. I’m not cut out for KISS; I barely passed my exams.”
“But you did pass,” Peter points out with a raised eyebrow as he drinks his milkshake.
He does have a point, “Yes, but—”
“Ah, nope! No buts. You’ve already proven to your teachers you belong; now you just need to prove it to yourself,” he says. “As for Yuri and Dae, it’ll work out, probably work out even quicker if you talk to them in person.”
He pauses, “I’m just saying I’ve never seen you more yourself than in videos and pictures from your time in Seoul. It’s like…like, you bloomed over there? We all talk about how LJ found her place in New York and how Margot hasn’t been the same since moving to the UK— I think Seoul is it for you.”
Maybe Peter was right about it all— her proving herself, her belonging, and Seoul being her place like it was once her mom’s. It was something that was just theirs, and she doesn’t want to give it up on it; she wants to fight for it.
It’s funny how such a simple statement from him is so affirming and validating in what she already feels. It’s like he gave her permission to reach for something even if she might fall in the process. It’s freeing.
“Thank you, Peter. Really.”
He doesn’t say anything but she can tell by the smirk he’s trying to hide through mouthfuls of pancakes, he’s proud of himself, too.
They finish their (very) late breakfast and head back home; Kitty feels ten pounds lighter than she did when they first left, and everyone in the house notices too.
LJ meets them at the door, pulling the two into one of her crushing hugs. Whispering something to Peter in thanks. They each get a kiss on the cheek and are shoved to the kitchen where a new batch of cookies waits, cooling off on trays.
Kitty disregards Lara Jean’s insistence that they’re still too hot and ends up nearly burning the roof of her mouth off with a hot cookie when her phone buzzes. She jumps when she sees the name on her screen.
Han Yuri .
Her eyes bug out of her head, and the burning sensation in her mouth is forgotten as she drops the cookie to book it upstairs. Slamming the door behind her, Kitty ignores the concerned shouts from her family, asking what’s wrong.
“I’m fine!” she yells back. “Just give me a second!”
Kitty begins pacing around her slightly cluttered room, psyching herself up. What’s the worst that could happen? She’s already decided she’s fighting for KISS no matter what it takes, and nothing Yuri says will change that because she finally found her place. Somewhere that means home in a way others would never get. She can do this, she can handle this.
With a deep breath, her phone is unlocked and the messages read:
04:03pm: my mom told me you still haven’t accepted
04:03pm: you need to come back
04:04pm: I haven’t forgiven you, so you can’t leave yet
Five thousand miles apart, and she can practically hear Yuri’s voice in her head reading the messages, her dry sense of humor not lost in translation. She yells out in joy; Yuri doesn’t completely hate her if she wants her to come back— their friendship is salvageable after all.
Just as quickly as she ran up the stairs, she runs back down, coming to a skidding stop in the kitchen. Her sisters and Dad look at her like she’s grown a second head, this being the most and fastest she’s moved all break.
“Dad, we need to call Principal Lim— ASAP,” she beams.
“Okay, honey?” he questions, face asking what made her change her mind so quickly. “What time is it there? 7:00?”
“It’s 8:00, which I think, is a perfectly reasonable time to call!” she says, mood not dampening a bit.
“Let’s give her another hour to wake up and give you some time to simmer down before we get on an important call.”
Kitty groans but agrees.
The next hour of her life is the slowest sixty minutes she’s ever experienced— the seconds tick away, and the minutes last forever. She keeps checking her phone every few moments, praying her attempts at distraction have worked but is disappointed every time. Eventually, Lara Jean gets sick of watching her fidget and orders her to help do the dishes she dirtied from baking. It shaves a good twenty minutes off her wait, and when she finally checks her phone again, it’s 5:00 on the dot.
Trina, her dad, and her sisters all circle around the phone as she presses call, the dial tone cutting through the dead-quiet room. And then she picks up.
“Principal Lim speaking,” her familiar voice drifts through the speakers.
“Hi, Principal Lim, it’s me— Kitty Song Covey. I’m calling to discuss my reacceptance and the conditions you mentioned?” She’s biting her lips so hard she swears she’ll draw blood, but she doesn’t care.
She’s going back to Seoul, and that’s what matters.