I screwed the cap back onto my water bottle, holding the now-empty container in my hands as I twirled it absentmindedly. My leg bounced up and down with a restless energy I couldn’t explain. It was like my whole body was tense, bracing for something, waiting for a shift I couldn’t quite identify. There was this buzzing anticipation under my skin, like something was coming, like something was about to change—but it remained just out of reach.
My eyes scanned the room slowly. After dinner—where, unsurprisingly, Will’s bread experiment went untouched—we had all wandered into the living room and settled down in front of the TV. Cora had said she wanted to watch Terminator, a movie I’d watched with her at least a dozen times. So, naturally, everyone agreed, and we all sat down like it was the
