Crew's Pov
She was already gone by the time I got downstairs.
I noticed it before I even reached the kitchen — the house had that particular kind of quiet that meant Summer wasn't in it. I didn't know how I knew the difference. I just did, which was its own problem.
Victoria was at the counter with her coffee, already dressed for whatever wedding planning consumed her mornings now, and she looked up when I walked in.
"Summer left early," she said, like she'd read my mind, which I did not appreciate. "She wanted to get to school before the rush. You know how she is."
I didn't answer. Grabbed a water from the fridge, drank half of it standing there, put it back.
"There's breakfast…."
"I'm fine."
I wasn't thinking about Summer. I was thinking about chemistry results, which were suppo
