5
Zara
The house felt different without Victor in it. I liked how quiet it is but it still felt emptier and that made me uncomfortable. Or maybe it was just the memories of what Micheal and I did in the garage, the memory still fresh in my mind. I’d slept like s**t the night after. Tossing, turning, aching in my bed.
Part of me kept replaying the way he looked at me afterward like he wanted me but hated that he did. Like I’d cracked something open inside him that he was trying desperately to keep shut.
Let him try.
Because I wasn’t going anywhere.
It was late afternoon when I finally got out of bed and noticed the dripping faucet in my bathroom sink. A steady, rhythmic plink plink plink that had probably started hours ago and only now managed to annoy me enough to care.
I could’ve c
