Nixx
By afternoon, I had figured out exactly how much movement I could get away with before somebody noticed.
The answer was almost none.
Benny was at the kitchen table helping Millie finish the painting she hadn’t gotten to complete at art class. JJ sat beside me on the couch, pretending to scroll through her phone while keeping track of every time I shifted against the pillows.
“You’re staring at me.”
“I’m reading.”
“You haven’t moved your thumb in five minutes.”
She lowered the phone. “Maybe it’s a really interesting sentence.”
I started to answer, but the ache wrapping around my ribs sharpened when I adjusted again. It wasn’t enough to worry about. It was enough to bring yesterday back with irritating clarity.
JJ watched my face. “You haven’t told us everything.”
I met her ey
