Kelly's POV
Weekends used to mean rest for me, but lately, they just meant time, too much of it, stretching wide enough for my thoughts to echo. Saturday morning, I’d cleaned my apartment twice without realizing it.
I folded clothes that didn’t need folding, wiped down surfaces that were already spotless. When there was nothing left to do, I stared at my phone for a long moment before finally grabbing my keys.
Dylan’s place wasn’t that far, it was a twenty minutes ride if traffic behaved, which it usually did on weekends. The Uber ride to his place felt therapeutic, my body moving through the route without much input from my mind.
His house looked the same as always, neat lawn, neutral paint, nothing flashy. Dylan liked order and predictability. He said it helped him sleep well at n
