I stretched my arms above my head, sighing deeply as I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom. It felt strange, feeling like I was in my own space after spending so much time in this house. I should have felt relieved, at ease.
But I didn't.
Something about the silence unsettled me, like an itch I couldn't quite scratch. Maybe it was because in the past weeks, I had grown accustomed to Calvin's presence, his piercing glances, his brooding silence, the tension that seemed to thicken the air whenever we were alone.
God, why was I even thinking about him?
I shook my head, forcing the thoughts away as if I could physically remove them. Calvin was my sister's husband. What I thought I saw, what I thought I felt, didn't exist. A mistake. A trick of my own mind, hungry for something that was never mine to begin with.
The soft knock on my door drew me from my churning thoughts.
"Yeah?" I yelled, sitting up as the door creaked open.
