I find my thoughts constantly drifting to Quinn as I’m cleaning out room 1, and I’m fairly certain I have vacuumed the same patch of carpet for the past five minutes.
What is wrong with me? I’ve let a handful of people get under my skin, and I don’t understand why. This is the first time I’ve ever felt something other than…well, nothing.
I’ve only been here for three days, and I’m already happier than I have been in a very, very long time. But what goes up has got to come down.
Pulling out the polishing rag, I blindly commence dusting the bedside lamps, humming to a tune on the radio.
“Hey, Paige.” I hear from behind me.
I jump, startled that I have company, and spin to see Grandpa standing in the doorway, looking around the room in awe.
“Well, goddamn, this room looks better than it
