Morning made her worse.
Claire came out of the bathroom in a sports bra and running shorts like the night had not happened. Hair up. Face clean. She stepped over my blanket without looking down. I sat up on her floor in the tank I had slept in and watched the line of her stomach until she caught me and the polite wedding-daughter came back on.
“Coffee’s downstairs. Mom made extra.”
“I’m not going downstairs.”
“Then stay out of my way.”
She left. I heard her laugh at something Dad said. I heard Nate’s name. I stayed on her carpet with last night still between my legs and the charger still on her sink because I had not taken it.
She ran. She came back sweaty. She locked the bathroom. I waited until the water started and tried the handle.
Open.
Steam. Her shape behind the glass. I sto
