I’d been staring at the same ceiling c***k for an hour, fingers clamped around my phone like it could anchor me. It didn’t. The screen was dark, my last message to Skylar still sitting there unread.
It has really been over thirty days since this s**t happened. Over thirty days of calls going to voicemail, knocks on her door unanswered.
I could still remember how confused and hurt I had been. How at first, I tried to rationalize that she needed space and that maybe she was scared of how close we were getting.
But after what Jasmine told me last night about Caleb at the arcade, rationalizing felt like a joke I wasn’t in on.
Suddenly, I rolled off the bed and pulled on the hoodie from the back of my chair. My body felt like lead, but my mind was a live wire.
I couldn’t sit there and r
