I checked that my phone was not on silent, and then slipped it into my pocket.
It felt like Brooke was closer to me that way, and that I hadn’t forgotten about her or abandoned her.
I yawned, stretched, and then decided I was going to make a pot of coffee so that I could stay awake.
I still didn’t like coffee - it was bitter and unpleasant when it had no sugar, and if I did put sugar in or order a drink with syrup it just tasted overly sweet.
It was also far better than resorting to an energy drink - something else I had never had before, but Brooke had in the fridge for after she had done a particularly intense workout in her room.
She had all these flavors like ‘iced melon’ and ‘mango breeze’ in cans that looked trendy and were clearly aimed at cool young women.
After flicking the
