The car ride was too quiet.
Sophia sat beside me, pretending not to stare, pretending she wasn't watching the way I kept clenching my jaw like it might hold back everything threatening to spill out. I didn't look at her. I couldn't. Not after what just happened. Not after Caitlin.
My knuckles were scraped raw. I didn't remember hitting the ground that hard, but it didn't matter. Pain was something I understood. It was simple, direct, easier to carry than guilt.
I pressed my forehead against the cool window, watching the city blur past. Neon lights bled into shadows. People walked with purpose, like they didn't know the world had ended.
Maybe it hadn't tho.
Maybe it was just mine.
"You need sleep," Sophia said softly.
I ignored her. My fingers tapped against my thigh, out of rhythm,
