*Harper*
Life after Rowan was different. I went back to the university, back to home, back to my routines, but something within me felt strange, like I had just woken up from a strange dream.
I sat at the small breakfast table, spooning cereal into my mouth mechanically, watching as milk swirled at the bottom of the bowl. Carol passed behind me humming some pop song under her breath, the scent of her jasmine perfume trailing in the air.
Sophia wasn't humming.
She stomped into the kitchen in her heeled boots, arms crossed, face tight with irritation. Her usual flawless makeup was slightly smudged beneath her eyes, like she hadn't slept much. “Have you heard from Lance?" she asked, skipping any kind of greeting.
I looked up slowly, setting the spoon down. “No. Why?"
She rolled her eyes
