Elena
Somehow the process of taking down the stage was louder than constructing it.
It seemed like the party downstairs and its after party were just ending when I heard the buzzing of a power drill. I felt the squeak of the screws in my teeth as they were pulled from the wooden beams. And of course, everyone was shouting to communicate.
I gave up and got up and dressed, thankful that I abstained from alcohol the night before. Splashing water on my face, I was struck by how drawn my face looked. Not just one night’s lack of sleep could cultivate the downward turn at the corner of my eyes.
My face had been stuck in a frown almost the entire time since Natalie had returned. Of course, the irony was not lost on me that I was the one responsible for her being back, but I had my own reas
