I twirled another bunch of hair in my hand, and a new set of tears streamed down my face. Dad and Pops had already left for work, and I could hear Stetson’s soft snores from the other end of the hallway. Why was this happening to me? I couldn’t reach out to Evan. How could he possibly comprehend? I hesitated over Chandler’s name in my phone. He might have some advice. Maybe.
When FaceTime rang, the buzzing broke the silence in my room. His sleepy face appeared on the screen, messy hair and bare chest making me blush even in my sadness. I couldn’t help but think, “Well, that’s a pleasant distraction.”
"Sloane, what's going on?" His voice was hoarse, like he just woke up.
I could only respond with sniffles. Soon after, I heard a commotion and then the front door slamming. Chandler was com
