*Bianca*
“Maybe you’re just projecting, Bia,” Amara said bluntly over the phone.
I heaved a sigh, curling my legs up on the couch further as I stared at the random soap opera playing in the background. Even muted, I could tell it was filled with overly dramatic music in every scene.
Lounging out in the living room had seemed like a better idea than keeping myself closed up in my room again but I was starting to think it was only worse. The window was right behind the couch, showing a clear view of the driveway.
My eyes kept drifting there, hoping to see that old firebird pulling into the drive, his signature rev roaring before he turned it off. It was an obnoxious habit, he’d admitted to me one day but to him, it was a ritual he couldn’t give up.
