Silence had never been something Zara paid much attention to, never something she picked apart for meaning or let settle uncomfortably in her chest, but ever since Lennox Moreland stopped speaking to her, ever since he stopped showing up exactly where she didn’t want him to be yet secretly expected him to be anyway.
She had found herself noticing it more than she should, feeling the most of it pressing against her in places she wasn’t sure she could shake off.
It was ridiculous, she told herself as she walked beside Lucy, heading toward the bakery a few blocks away, her arms crossed loosely over her chest as if that could somehow shield her from the growing awareness that something had shifted, that something about the way she moved through her days now felt…off, like something was miss
