Lia
“I’m telling you, Michael’s a wreck,” I said, pacing back and forth across the room. I could feel the anger, fear, and frustration bubbling up inside me, and I couldn’t seem to settle. Every thought in my head kept coming back to him—Michael—and how out of control everything was getting.
“He’s not exactly subtle about it,” Rain replied, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He sounded more exasperated than anything else. “I caught him snapping at the delivery guy yesterday. Poor kid almost cried.”
I let out a frustrated breath. “Yeah, well, I don’t blame him. He’s holding all of this inside, and it’s tearing him apart. He’s been on edge for days, and I don’t know how much longer he can take it.”
Colby shook his head, his voice filled with sympathy. “He’s been through hell
