"You're really not going to tell me what's bothering you, are you?"
I looked up at Caleb, who was leaning against the doorframe of my office with that all-knowing look on his face. He had this uncanny ability to tell when something was bothering me, and it was really kind of annoying-but a little comforting, too.
I let out a deep sigh and leaned back into my chair. The last few days had finally caught up with me, and no matter how hard I thought I was keeping it all together, something else always managed to pop up.
"I'm fine," I lied, trying to sound convincing. "Just got a lot on my plate."
Caleb raised one eyebrow. "That's your usual excuse. You sure you’re, okay? You seem a little. distracted lately. More than usual."
I hesitated. Should I tell him about Victoria? About the strang
