The name knocked the question clean out of my head. Whatever I'd come to ask Mason about the daisies, it didn't matter anymore. I backed away from that door and went straight to my room.
I wished Chase still lived with us like he had back in Chicago. He'd have told me who Naomi was without me even having to ask twice. He'd have shared the whole story, too many unnecessary details and a joke at the end.
I lay down but my mind wouldn't quiet. You don't tell someone to get over a night unless they're still holding on to it. And if she was still holding on, then there was a whole history there.
I drifted off still chewing on it, no closer to an answer.
Morning came. Our first one as whatever we were now. Lior wandered into the kitchen demanding pancakes, and Mason flipped them without comp
