Grayson
The morning started like any other, except the house was louder than usual. Mia’s voice was audible down the hall, with the sound of drawers opening and shutting. Suitcase zippers. Heels clacking against hardwood.
She had been talking about this weekend trip for weeks, a birthday getaway with friends two towns over. A series of parties, wine, and photos she’d post online before the night even ended.
I had agreed to drive her to the station because it was easier than listening to her ask three more times.
I was pouring coffee when Callie walked in.
She looked unguarded. Not in the way she usually masked herself around me, but like she was determined to prove she could be here without getting too close.
She wore a loose white T-shirt tucked into faded shorts. Her hair was dow
