Sandra's POV
I stayed in my room for a long time, I wanted so badly to avoid going downstairs until Carl left but I guess he was staying late today which happens regularly since he was my brother's best friend.
The house was still loud downstairs. David and his friends were laughing and talking about the game. I could hear their voices through the floor. Every time Carl laughed, my chest felt tight. I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the short conversation we had earlier.
He had been nice. He always was. But it was the same nice he gave everyone. The same friendly tone. The same brotherly way of looking at me. Nothing more, but I wanted more, much more than just brotherly care and love.
I turned onto my side and hugged my pillow. Why did it hurt so much? I knew he saw
