The entire day passes in peace, which is… great.
So great.
Except for the part of me so unused to it, it leaves me with a spiraling coil of anxiety until I feel like I'm about to pop out of my own Pandora's box of fears.
I've taken Sadie outside for a "potty break" about five times since dinner—which was only an hour ago—and I've deep-cleaned every inch of the RV, which includes finding a bizarre amount of instant ramen packages hidden deep in a cupboard above Lyre's bed. They're expired, and both Dylan and Randy (whose name I think I've mostly committed to memory) spent about twenty minutes arguing over whether expired instant noodles is safe to eat or not.
Andrew spent the morning with us and then disappeared after lunch, saying he had things to do and being rather vague, but at least the older Lycan doesn't look like he wants to murder him anymore.
