We talk, and we talk for a long time. Hours pass, and then we have a sleepover, and my apartment feels full to the brim with my sister, Izzy, and me inside it.
We avail ourselves of the groceries that Noah bought me and exclaim over the snacks and vegan alternatives that I mentioned once (maybe twice) to him that I was thinking of changing my diet in that regard.
Now we’re all snuggled in bed the very next morning, and I feel like I’m clearheaded for the first time in a long while.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with him. He’s unlike any person I’ve ever met,” I murmur to the ceiling, my sister and cousin on either side of me.
Izzy groans and doesn’t answer, but I know Vick’s awake with the way she keeps poking at my cheek.
“How you feeling, kid?” she asks, and I grunt an affirmative so
