Callie’s POV
We started walking with no real direction—nowhere to go, no destination—just walking for the sake of it, to unwind, to talk and be heard, because nothing was normal anymore.
I could hear with astonishing precision.
I could still hear Martin’s car, and I had even caught Steffani scolding him for almost leaving her behind. Then the chirping of birds in the afternoon became deafening, and I had to focus on the drip of a neighbor’s hose just to drown it out. When Lila spoke, it was like I had to shift the “focus” of my hearing to tune into her voice.
What the hell was happening to me?
“Are you really okay? You look… different. Like something changed you.”
I looked at her and realized she seemed different to me too. She was still Lilibeth Armstrong, but… different. As if I we
