Kat:
I woke up nervous. The kind of nervous that doesn’t hit all at once, but brews quietly under your skin. A low, vibrating unease that hums in your chest and stomach, making you restless even when everything looks fine on the outside.
I padded into the kitchen barefoot, trying to distract myself with breakfast. Something simple. Eggs. Bacon. Toast. But I moved on autopilot, distracted. My hands worked while my mind wandered.
I shouldn’t have made bacon.
I don’t even want bacon that much.
The sizzle in the pan turned angry and loud. I blinked, the smell of scorched meat already curling up into the air like a warning sign. s**t.
I reached too late. The bacon was blackened, the smoke curling fast around me.
Then—
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
The fire alarm went off in a screaming pitch. My s
