Isabella
By the time evening settled outside my window, I had officially decided that muscles could hold grudges.
Every single one of mine apparently did.
I eased myself onto the edge of my bed with all the grace of someone three times my age and let out a long sigh.
"Ow." My room was quiet, the kind of quiet that usually pressed against me until I couldn't breathe.
Tonight, it didn't and that realization made me pause. Without thinking, I reached for the blanket and pulled it over my legs before leaning back against the headboard.
The events of the day drifted through my mind one after another. I remembered stretching, arguing, complaining badly, Dylan pretending to be an innocent little boy and then…
"There you are."
"What did you mean by that?" I frowned at the ceiling.
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