I barely slept last night. By morning I had decided to keep my distance from Daniel, but the plan fell apart the moment I found him in the kitchen.
“Good morning, Riley,” he said, pouring coffee into a mug.
I stopped at the doorway, gripping the frame. “Morning.”
“You look tired.”
“I didn’t sleep well.”
“Because of me?”
“Please don’t do this here, Daniel.”
“I’m only asking a question.”
“And I’m asking you to leave me alone.”
Footsteps sounded in the hallway. Daniel moved away just as Ethan entered. “Already having a morning conversation?” Ethan asked.
“Nothing important,” Daniel replied.
I left the kitchen, feeling Ethan’s eyes follow me. The rest of the morning became a careful game of timing. Whenever Daniel appeared, I found an excuse to go somewhere else. I hated feeling lik
