~ Becca ~
Stephen starts acting weird three days later
Not loud-weird. Not dramatic-weird.
Obsessively weird.
I notice it because I’ve learned how he moves when he thinks he’s being subtle. Stephen has never been good at restraint. He just mistakes silence for control. He always did. Back when we were together, he’d go quiet right before he exploded, like a storm holding its breath.
Now he’s holding it again.
I see it first at the café near the office. I’m there with Jace, sitting outside because he says the indoor lighting makes everyone look like they’re being interrogated. He’s halfway through telling me some dry, sarcastic story about a board meeting when his voice trails off.
“Don’t look,” he says.
Too late. I already am.
Stephen is across the street, standing still like some
