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Chest squashed against my duvet, face burrowed into my pillow, I traced the movement around the house. One set of footsteps. One arrival. Not Kyle's return, judging by the weight of each tread.
The footsteps moved from the kitchen, through the hall. They paused near the front door, then made a steady clip up the stairs. As they reached my door, the soft sound of breathing took over, and a quiet rap sounded against the wood.
"Who is it?" I asked, not bothering to lift my face.
The door swung open. "It's me," Brook said. "Can I come in?"
"Sounds like you already have." The way my arms stretched the span of the mattress had my shoulders aching as I twisted my head to the side. "Liv okay?" Just the mention of her made my heart pound a little harder.
"She's fine," she said, hovering ne
