That’s it. The whole message. Is he for real? What kind of person writes an ominous message like that and nothing else? I want answers. No. I need answers. What do you mean??? I text him back even though I know the likelihood of getting some sort of closure is practically zero. There are some people in life that I will never understand, and he is one of them. I don’t know what he wants from me. Whatever it is, he won’t get it. Not if I can help it. Once I shut off my phone, I let myself rest, pretending that none of this happened.
Tomorrow arrives too soon. I was still waggishly dreaming when tomorrow turned into today. Beside me, Cyrus is snoring like a baby bear. I wonder how late he stayed up last night. Definitely way too late. On the other hand, I can already hear energetic footsteps echoing from across the wall. With a weary yawn, I drag myself up to go check on Brynleigh. What could she possibly be doing this early in the morning?
