I went inside.
Brad was in the living room with the television on. He looked up when I entered, then looked at my bag, then back at me. I could feel the question sitting there before he asked it.
He didn’t ask.
Good.
I walked past him and went upstairs to change. Jade’s door was closed, and I didn’t stop near it. I didn’t wonder what she was doing or if she’d eaten or if Brad had spent the day making sure she was comfortable. None of that belonged to me.
A few weeks ago, it would’ve burned.
Tonight it barely reached me.
I changed into something simple and came back downstairs with my laptop and folders. I could’ve worked in my room. That was what I’d been doing lately, keeping myself away from the rest of the house because every room had started feeling like a fight.
Not tonight.
