I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling and didn't sleep.
What happened in that room kept replaying. I wondered what exactly she’d been able to see.
I didn't know. I didn’t want to know.
But not knowing was its own specific kind of torture.
Lia had gone to sleep.
I had wanted to say something to her the entire night, had almost said it twice, and then stopped myself twice. I didn't want to actually say it out loud. I didn't want to make it more real than it already was.
Whoever that girl was, she saw…something.
That was maybe nothing or it was everything and I didn't know which one it was.
I pulled the covers up and closed my eyes.
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Lia's alarm went off at seven thirty.
I heard her move around the room, getting ready, and I lay still with my eyes closed and felt my stomach
