The house felt quieter than ever. Since Fred went back, I was just in my room and he was in his own room too. Carson and I were avoiding each other, even though we were in the same house.
Sometimes I heard his footsteps in the hallway. Sometimes I saw the light under his door. But we didn’t talk.
It was like we were both waiting for the other to speak first, and yes I miss him but I can't bring myself to talk to him first, because he was the one who caused it.
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That morning, I came downstairs and saw him in the kitchen. He had a bowl of cereal, but he wasn’t eating it.
He looked at me and I looked at him back.
Nothing.
I poured myself a glass of water and sat on the other side of the table.
Then not long after, Carson spoke.
“Are you going to keep pretending I don’t
