SILVER HOLLOW
FAYE
I stood in the middle of my room, staring at nothing in particular.
For several minutes, I had barely moved. My thoughts kept circling around everything that had happened since the previous day, jumping from one detail to another without settling on any of them long enough for me to make sense of what I was thinking.
Without realizing it, I brought my fingers to my mouth and began biting the edge of one of my nails.
I didn't notice it at first.
It was only after I had been standing there for a while that I caught myself and slowly lowered my hand.
I frowned at my fingers.
I had been doing that a lot lately.
Ever since I arrived in Silver Hollow, it felt as though my mind had refused to remain quiet. There was always something to think about, something happening
