Kyle threw his phone across the room and screamed. It crashed off the wall and landed into a pile of clothes with a light and unsatisfying thud.
He stayed in bed. His shoulders rose and fell. His hands were gripped tightly into fists that he squeezed so hard he began to lose feeling. In the silence of his room, his breathing echoed off the walls and whirled around him.
He stared into the darkness and waited for something to happen.
But nothing did.
It was nearly midnight. Kyle had no need to go to sleep, no need to get up early or go to work or even leave the apartment. He wondered what else he could do to fill his time the next day, but all he could think about was Summer’s face, sipping at her wine and telling him to leave her and the others alone.
He thought of how she had called
