*Hayley’s bedroom smelled like a mix of sandalwood incense, old records, and a very obvious hint of weed. Posters of protest marches, psychedelic bands, and feminist slogans were plastered across the walls. A small Himalayan salt lamp glowed on the dresser, throwing soft orange light that gave the whole room a mellow, dreamlike haze. Her bed was a mess of tie-dye blankets and overstuffed pillows, the kind of cozy chaos that told you she practically lived in there. Hayley was perched cross-legged...