In the back of my mind.
When did it run out?
I try to think.
Last week?
No… before that.
Maybe when everything started going wrong.
The ambush.
The chaos.
My stomach tightens slightly.
I should know this.
I always know this.
I’ve never not known this.
But everything’s been so loud lately.
So messy.
Days blurring into each other.
No routine.
No normal.
And now I can’t place it.
That stresses me out more than I want to admit.
I shift slightly where I stand, arms folding tighter across myself.
Think.
I try again.
Running through the last few days.
Where I was.
What I was doing.
Who I was with—
That thought doesn't help.
At all.
If anything, it makes it worse.
Not ever have I not taken my pill.
A quiet sigh slips out of me.
“Cassidy.”
The sound cuts through it.
