Sandra's POV
The next morning felt heavy.
I woke up early, even though it was Sunday. The house was quiet. David was probably still sleeping after staying up late with his friends. I went downstairs and made myself coffee. While the machine worked, I stood at the kitchen window, staring outside without really seeing anything.
My mind was full of Carl again. The way he had said goodnight last night. The casual wave. The friendly “take care of yourself.” It was nice. He was always nice. But that was the problem. His kindness made my crush stronger, even though it hurt at the same time.
I sat at the table with my coffee and scrolled through my phone. Gabby had sent a message late last night.
*Gabby: You okay? Still thinking about Carl?*
I replied honestly.
*Me: Yeah. He came by last n
