Shawn
I couldn’t stop thinking about Lila.
It wasn’t because she had cried in front of me. It wasn’t even because of the conversation she’d overheard at my house. It was the way she looked when I dropped her off. She had sat in my truck staring at her own front door like she was trying to convince herself to go inside. Most people came home and relaxed. Lila came home and braced herself.
That wasn’t something you forgot.
I slept like garbage.
Every time I closed my eyes, I heard her say the same sentence over and over.
I don’t know what’s normal.
The sad part was I believed she meant it.
When my alarm went off the next morning, I hit snooze twice before finally dragging myself out of bed. Mom was already in the kitchen making coffee, still in her robe, scrolling through something o
