Calla:
I slept like s**t. Not the kind of sleep where you wake up tired. The kind where you never really fall asleep in the first place. Every time I closed my eyes… I saw Camden. Then Jace. Then those stupid keys. Then Dad standing in the kitchen telling me the garage would've been gone if he wanted it gone. Then Reve asking if I'd seen Jace. Round and round. By four in the morning I'd kicked the blankets onto the floor. By five I was staring at the ceiling fan. By six I gave up.
I padded across the hardwood floor in an old gray Riverside Racing tank top that had once belonged to Camden and a pair of oversized black sweatpants hanging low on my hips. My hair looked like I'd lost a fight with a hurricane. I didn't care. The condo was eerily quiet. Not a sound but the seagulls on the balc
