Sky’s POV
I was sitting on my bed with my knees pulled to my chest, staring at the faint c***k in the wall near my window. I had stared at that c***k so much over the past months that I knew every bend in it. Today, it felt different. Everything felt different. Ever since yesterday, the apartment hadn’t felt like home anymore. It felt like a place I was borrowing space just to sleep in, like I could be asked to leave at any moment.
I hadn’t spoken much to my parents since Tracy came back. I want to, but I don't think there is ever going to be space for my voice anymore. Mum hovered over Tracy constantly, watching her breathe, watching her hands, watching her face like she was afraid she might disappear again. Dad barely left her side. When I did speak, it was usually to ask if Mum needed
