Violet
Kylan stepped aside, letting her in. She carried a bag in her hands, which I assumed held my things, but her expression was still confused, clearly waiting for answers.
“I said good morning,” Kylan mumbled, breaking the silence.
Trinity looked at him with wide eyes. “I’m sorry,” she said, almost looking ridiculous as she tried too hard to keep her eyes up. “Good morning.”
Kylan hummed and then turned toward the closet. “I’m getting dressed,” he said, leaving.
Trinity followed Kylan with her eyes until he was out of sight, then let out a breath. “Yeah, I’m a bit confused,” she said, tossing the bag in my direction. I caught it just in time.
“Where the hell were you yesterday? Why didn’t you answer my texts? And wait—why is Kylan allowed to see you without glasses, and I’m not?”
