Atticus
It’s midnight.
The room is dark and dead silent.
Gisele is sleeping soundly next to me.
I’m staring at the ceiling, drowning in a sea of thoughts.
Adaline was different tonight. She was acting different at dinner.
We barely exchanged a word. She kept avoiding my eyes. When I asked her to pass me the salt, she did it without talking to me or meeting my eyes. She seemed mad at me about something. I don’t know what I did or why she’s even mad at me. I just know she’s mad at me. And I don’t even know why I care so much that she’s mad at me. I care so much that I can’t even be able to sleep.
What the f**k is wrong with me!
I crawl out of bed and tiptoe out of the room.
I close the door quietly and walk down the stairs, straight to the kitchen.
I flip the light on and almost
