Callie
The sun had barely started to filter through the curtains when I rolled over and checked my phone, 9:14 a.m. Mia was still passed out in her room.
Grayson was already gone, his truck was missing from the driveway. The silence in the house settled over me.
After everything that happened by the pool, I’d half expected to wake up to a confrontation.
Maybe a stern lecture or another round of I-set-the-rules-and-you’ll-follow-them. But nothing. Not a word, not even a single glance when he dropped his coffee mug in the sink before heading out the door earlier.
It was like the moment never happened.
Only it did and I hadn’t forgotten.
I spent the next hour trying to keep myself busy. Cleaned up the kitchen. Sorted my laundry. Scrolled through my phone. None of it worked. His voic
