Chapter 7

I don't have a good explanation for why I didn't stop it. I was so hollowed out that anything warm felt indistinguishable from drowning.

"Say something," Luke said, pulling back to look at me after that first kiss, his hand still cupping my jaw, watching my face with an intensity I mistook, at the time, for concern.

"I don't know what to say," I told him.

"You don't have to," he said. "Just let me stay."

So I let him stay. Sarah's face got harder to hold onto. Luke's got easier, sharper. He cooked meals I didn't ask for and…