Quinn
I hang up the phone and toss it onto my nightstand. Wide awake and restless, I stand and pace around my bedroom, my eyebrows scrunched together, my hands jittery at my sides. Alessandra said she was happy, said everything was fine. But the moment her words hit my ears? I could only think one thing.
She’s lying.
She’s lyingSomething’s wrong. I could hear it in her voice, and I can sense it now in my gut. A slow, gnawing feeling tells me to call her back, to make her tell me what’s going on.
I pick up my phone and immediately put it back down. She’s lying for a reason. What would make her be honest with me now?
I continue pacing my room, the restlessness in my bones growing harder to ignore by the second. I have to do something. Any chance of being able to sleep was lost the momen
