Tyler sat at the edge of the bed, hands clenched tightly around his phone. The room felt heavier than usual, each tick of the clock echoing like a countdown he couldn't stop.

He wasn't just anxious. No. This was a deep, gnawing kind of feeling, one that clutched at his chest and made it hard to swallow.

Why does it feel like she's drifting away?

Her tone, the way she speaks to him now, how she wouldn't spare him a glance when she was around earlier.

What if she's pissed at him and decides to start liking his brother?

The thoughts made his stomach knot in a way that crawls...