Maybe it was the storm.
Maybe it was hearing her moving around downstairs.
Maybe it was simply the strange feeling of sharing the same roof again after so much time pretending we’d both completely moved on.
Around 2:15 AM, I got up for water.
The hallway upstairs was dark except for faint light coming from the staircase. As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard voices below.
Adanna’s voice.
Soft.
I stopped halfway down the stairs without meaning to eavesdrop.
She was on the phone.
“I know,” she whispered.
A pause.
Then:
“No… he’s still the same person.”
Something tightened inside my chest.