Bella is asleep.
She sleeps a lot lately.
I sit in the living room, curled up next to Luke on the
couch.
I ask him who she is seeing.
Who is watching her? Who are they?
“I’m not sure.”
His fingers play with my hair while he talks.
“I’ve never recognized any of them.”
He kisses my forehead.
“Don’t worry about it, okay?”
How could I not worry?
The worries snap out of me, their frustration cracking like
a whip.
“You need to accept what is going to happen.”
I pull away.
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