You know, you've been a little quiet lately," Caleb said, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he studied me across the table. The café we were sitting in wasn't overly crowded, but there was a hum in the air-people talking, laughing, and sipping their drinks like they had no worries in the world. Me? I couldn't even focus on my coffee. My mind couldn't stop dwelling on all that was happening and all that had gone so wrong in such a short time.
"I'm fine," I replied, not believing my own words. I knew Caleb could see right through me-he could since always. We'd been friends long enough that he would know something was off, even when I tried to hide it.
He didn't buy it. "You're not fine. You've been running on fumes for weeks. I'm starting to get worried about you."
