Two days had passed since she kicked both Jack and Sam out of her apartment. Forty-eight hours of silence stretched across her tiny world like a thick, invisible fog. There were no calls. No texts. No knocks on her door. No heated arguments or murmured apologies. Not even the sound of footsteps in the hallway that made her wonder if one of them had come back.
Just quiet.
Just her.
A low background noise from the street that felt too loud at times was all that she needed. The soft clink of a spoon against her cereal bowl marked her meals. Sometimes, she'd forget to eat. Sometimes, she ate just to fill the silence with something.
But it was peaceful.
And… empty.
Selena sat cross-legged on the edge of her couch, her gaze heavy on the black screen of her phone. It lay there on the coffee table like a sleeping creature. Quiet. Dormant. But dangerous, too. It could explode. Or it could heal her. She wasn't sure which she feared more.
