NYC.
Everything tightening.
Luca sat beside me on the bleachers eating something suspiciously unhealthy.
“You’re quieter,” he said.
“Observant.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I know.”
He looked at my phone on the bench.
“Still her?”
I didn’t deny it.
That was answer enough.
My phone buzzed.
Rowan.
Rowan:
Do you think things change when we get there?
I stared at that.
Longer than I should’ve.
Because that was the question I was avoiding.
Mason:
Yeah.
Pause.
Mason:
I think they already are.
That was the truth.
Even if I didn’t like how much of it I meant.
ROWAN
I sat on my bed later that night, lights off, phone glowing in my hand.
Serena had fallen asleep mid-rant about New York food places.
My room was quiet.
Too quiet.
