(Reese)
By the time I got home, the hallway was quiet. My heels clicked against the floor until I reached my door, then stopped when I slipped them off. Across from me, 4A stayed dark, with no light under the door and no sign of movement. Nothing there should've mattered, but I noticed it anyway.
I unlocked my door and went inside without looking again. I set my bag down, tied my hair up, and headed straight for the kitchen. Water first, then food, then tomorrow's schedule. If I moved through the right steps in the right order, the rest of me usually followed.
I opened the fridge and stood there longer than necessary. Nothing inside required thought, which should've made choosing easy. Instead I stared at containers and ingredients like they were asking something difficult of me. I fina
