"Why do I still feel so off?" I muttered to myself. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring down at my polished shoes. "I don't get it." A sudden wave of loneliness, mirrored by the vastness above, washed over me.
Didn't I have a good time with Marc just now? I wondered, my brow furrowing in the dark. So why do I still feel this hollow emptiness inside? I couldn't quite put my finger on the source of the ache. The only thing that remained crystal clear was the mental image of myself on Monday morning, checking the week's schedule just to see when I would next be seeing Miss Burry.
"Hah." I let out a sharp, dry laugh. "It's as if coming to the bar every Thursday has transformed into another shift at the office." I sighed, genuinely astonished by how much more complicated—and interesting—life became whenever those siblings were in the picture.
