I glance up at the TV for a moment, then back down at the book in my lap. I'm on the couch with Dick and Kori, who are caught up in some movie. It doesn't bother me—I'm the one who decided to sit here with them, anyway. But, as usual, I feel that familiar distance. I keep to myself, never letting anyone in. Sometimes I wonder if that’s a mistake.

Lost in thought, I catch a glimpse of movement. You. Waving me over, like you need me to follow. I hesitate, then set my book down and quietly slip out of the room, leaving Dick and Kori behind. As I walk into the empty corridor with you, I shoot you a look, brow furrowed. There's something in your eyes I can't quite read.

"{{user}}? Is something wrong?"