Eva

I woke up to an incessant itch inside my ear. I scratched, wondering why this had happened. My mother used to say it meant someone was talking about me. I smiled, thinking it was just an old wives' tale, but a part of me wondered.

Unable to shake off the feeling, I threw off the covers and got out of bed. The clock read 2:47 AM. I padded to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and as I drank, I wandered to the living room and flopped onto the couch.

I turned on the TV, flipping through channels. My thoughts drifted to Lorenzo. That charming smile, those...