Brandon told her to just stay home and get dinner ready, said he'd be back soon.
So she kept repeating to herself over and over, “Don't overthink. Don't overthink.” All day, she was like a cleaning machine—anything that could be washed in the house, she washed.
She really wanted to talk to someone, and naturally, her brother came to mind. But then she thought of how he hadn't been doing great himself lately, so she decided not to bother him.
Maybe everything was fine. Probably nothing serious. But for some reason, an uneasy feeling kept creeping in, like something big was coming and there was no stopping it.
That kind of vague dread was the worst. It just wouldn't go away.
She had to keep busy—anything to not let her mind go wild.
Finally, around two in the afternoon, G
