NATHAN
I don't sleep.
I lie in bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the same ten seconds over and over. Sophie's face when Marcus made that comment. The way she went still, like she was trying to disappear into herself. The way she looked at me—not at Marcus, not at Tyler—at *me*. Waiting.
And I said nothing.
I keep telling myself I didn't say anything cruel. I didn't laugh. I didn't add to it. But that's not the same as stopping it, and some part of me has known that all night, even as I tried to argue myself out of it.
By morning, I've drafted and deleted probably a dozen texts to her.
*Hey, I'm sorry about last night.*
Delete. Too vague. Sounds like I'm sorry an accident happened, not sorry I let it happen.
*I should have said something.*
Delete. True, but it's not enough. It'
