Taylor.

I was sitting on the large couch in my bedroom, staring off into the distance. It was supposed to be my time of solitude, a time to sit with my thoughts, and it would have been if Max hadn’t been hunched over and pacing from one corner to the other.

His frame was rigid, clenching his fists at his sides, thumping his foot against the floor. It was clear he wanted my attention.

He hadn’t said anything yet, but that’s what he wanted, and I couldn’t be bothered. I was plagued by my own thoughts.

I stretched out my legs and laid down, blocking out Max completely. I brought...