Memphis’s POV
I shouldn’t have called him that night. I’m giving him mixed signals. I’m confusing him. I’m—
“Memphis!” Todd wails from his bedroom. “I need you!”
I heave a sigh as I trudge over to my brother’s room. It’s Wednesday, which means I’m halfway towards being able to see Gray again. He hasn’t yet pitched what he actually wants to do, but I’m okay with that, as long as it sounds relatively safe. I more or less trust him at this point, but it’s still going to be our first time alone together, and I’d rather it not be, say, in the middle of nowhere.
“What’s up, bud?” I ask Todd as I enter his room. He flinches as I step on the “crack;” I quickly reset to enter properly.
“I can’t figure out what to wear,” Todd says, gesturing to the mess of clothes on his bed. “It’s all ugly!”
