Floorboards wore thin under my shoes, round after restless round.
Walking into the living room, then Carter's kitchen. From there, feet moving toward the bedroom door. Next thing I know, standing at the edge of the bathroom tiles. Round and round it went, just like the noise inside my skull.
A flicker of light caught my eye - my phone buzzing again, Madison's name glowing bright. Fourth time now, just today. Talking to her felt impossible right then. Her laugh usually lifts things, but not now. Not after seeing Brooklyn across the room earlier. Steam rising from a mug, their eyes meeting mine - that moment stuck, heavy. Dinner talk wouldn't fit anymore.
That moment she took Trevor's call, standing there beside me. Her voice sharp, cutting through the air. Each syllable meant for my ears. A bright yes thrown into the room. Eight o'clock, she said, like it was nothing
