Faye had moved on, and so had I.
At least, that was what I kept telling myself.
"Jason."
I barely heard Alice.
"Jason."
I blinked.
She was staring at me now.
"What?" I snapped.
Her eyes narrowed.
"I've been talking to you."
"I know. I heard you."
"No, you didn't."
I frowned.
"I heard you, Alice."
"Then why have you been staring at the ceiling for the last five minutes?"
I sat up slightly.
"I'm tired, Alice."
Alice scoffed. "That's convenient," she said.
I looked at her, and she turned away from me, clearly irritated.
"I am trying to talk to you about something important, and you're barely listening."
"I said I heard you. Can we not fight over this now? I'm exhausted."
"Oh, now you're dismissing me."
I didn't answer... because she was right.
I had been dismissing her.
