Callie
I shut my bedroom door softly, leaning against it for a moment before the weight in my chest pushed me forward. Dim light from the hallway slipped under the door, reflecting a thin gold line on the floor.
My phone sat on the nightstand. No messages. No calls. Yet I kept glancing at it, like it was holding its breath with me.
Mia had gone to bed half an hour ago, her laughter still echoing faintly in my head—carefree, trusting, pure. I had smiled along with her, lying straight to her face with the same lips that had whispered Grayson’s name the night before.
The room felt suffocating, as if the silence itself was weighing on me.
I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed, palms pressed together between my knees. My heart wouldn’t slow. It hadn’t slowed since the first tim
