Viya's POV
I stared at the garbage bag in my hand, then back at my closed door, suddenly feeling completely drained of energy.
I went back to my room.
"What's wrong?" Sophia asked, her fingers still tapping rapidly on her controller as she battled virtual enemies.
"Nothing," I said, shaking my head and walking back into the living room.
Sophia's eyes darted to the garbage bag still dangling from my hand. While launching an attack in her game, she asked, "What about the trash? Aren't you going to throw it out?"
"Suddenly feeling exhausted. Don't feel like going downstairs anymore."
I propped the garbage bag against the shoe cabinet, took off my down jacket, and flopped onto the couch beside her. The truth was, I didn't particularly want to run into Amber right now.
