DAY THREE
Three days passed since my feet touched pavement beyond the door.
Worn fabric still draped across me. Not a single drop of water had met my body since then. The sweatpants held on tight, the shirt creased - same set from when they walked away. With a twist, Daniel opened the door, moved outside. Quiet filled the space after he was gone. Then Jayce murmured something low, disappeared just as quietly.
Faucet water was what finally broke the dust in my mouth. Crumbs stayed stuck at the corners, ignored between couch dips. A peeled yellow thing appeared somehow - left too long, waiting silent. My hands never reached far. Just enough came through. Not one bite beyond.
Silence hung there. Not a noise - only seventeen missed calls stacked up, ignored. Forty-two messages had collected by now. Every fresh notification pulled at my gut tighter. Staring would be hard, although doing so was necessary.
