Hailey Queen
I stayed where I was, sitting stiffly on the edge of Violet’s bed, my hands folded in my lap. The room still smelled faintly like her perfume, sweet and familiar, but my chest felt tight, like there wasn’t enough air.
The door swung open without a knock.
Luca walked in.
He wasn’t wearing a shirt, like he’d done it on purpose, and the look he gave me was sharp and deliberate. His eyes narrowed slightly, not surprised to see me there at all. If anything, he looked pleased.
Without saying a word, he reached over Violet’s dresser, grabbed her comb, and turned around as if I didn’t exist.
“Violet,” he called casually, already halfway out the door.
She looked from him to me, confusion flashing across her face. “What?”
“Come here.”
She hesitated, then stood up and followed
