"Isabel, can we talk?" Caleb's voice was soft but urgent, like he'd been wrestling with his words for a while before finally spitting them out.
I looked up from the stack of bills on the kitchen table, my finger still hovering over the last one I'd opened, the one from the hospital. I didn't need to read it to know what it said. The numbers were practically burned into my brain by now-unpaid, overdue, and terrifying.
I sighed, letting the piece of paper slip from my fingers. "Sure. What's up?
He shifted from foot to foot in the doorway, the soft rustling of his jacket the only sound in the silent room. Caleb had been my closest friend since forever, but lately. well, lately it felt different. He had always been there for me, whether it meant helping with Hazel, working late at the diner
