Stevie-lou's POV.

For the past three days, I had been a ghost.

I woke up and felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I walked around the house, dragging my feet like I was walking through wet cement. Everything looked like a memory I didn’t belong in. The same old living room with that ugly beige couch I used to hate, the same kitchen where Mom would hum while cooking pasta, the same creaky floorboards in the hallway that used to annoy me when I was a teenager sneaking in past curfew. It all looked too clean. Too quiet. Like someone had pressed pause on the world and left me...