Sandra's POV
The evening felt longer than usual.
The house became quiet again. David went upstairs to take a shower because he was covered in grease from working on the car. I stayed in the living room, trying to watch a movie on my phone, but my mind kept going back to Carl. The way he had smiled at me when he said goodbye. The way his t-shirt had stuck to his chest after working outside. The way he always treated me like I was just his best friend’s little sister.
I hated how much I noticed everything about him.
I heard the shower running upstairs. David was singing badly like he always did. A few minutes later, the water stopped. I expected him to come down soon, but instead, I heard footsteps going toward the guest bathroom downstairs. Carl must have come back for something. Or ma
