CHAPTER 118
"But why is he ignoring me, specifically?" Calla sighed. She was running on fumes after another restless night of sleep, filled with dreams about the boy with golden curls. He'd been crying, screaming something incoherent about a monster under his bed. "Cooper," she said impatiently. "I am not your therapist. If you want to sign up for couple's counseling with Vincent, then do it. " He scowled at the road ahead. The day had turned out to be rather dreary—a perfect reflection of her own mental state. Black thunderheads had coalesced on the eastern horizon, and they were moving quickly, dashing the hopes of every highschooler who'd envisioned pristine weather for the annual winter gala being held later that evening. Neither Calla, Cooper, nor Vincent would be making an appearanc
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