Brett
The first thing I did when I woke up was reach for my phone.
It wasn’t intentional.
At least, that’s what I told myself.
My alarm had barely stopped ringing before my hand automatically reached across the nightstand. My eyes were still half closed as I unlocked the screen, expecting to see the usual collection of overnight notifications—team messages, emails from professors, maybe something from Marco complaining about practice.
Instead, my gaze went straight to Cassie’s name.
Nothing.
I frowned.
That was… unusual.
Cassie wasn’t someone who texted constantly. She wasn’t blowing up my phone with memes or random thoughts throughout the day. But after a night out with the girls, she almost always sent something before going to bed.
Made it home.
Thanks for making me go tonigh
