Zephyr

The silence in the room stretched out, heavy and suffocating, before I forcefully slammed the brakes on my own thoughts.

Obsessed?

No. No fucking way.

I rejected the word the exact millisecond it tried to take root in my mind.

Why the hell would I even say or think something that completely insane? It was a glitch in my brain, nothing more.

A byproduct of exhaustion and the sheer annoyance of having my entire life upended. I was supposed to hate Elowen. I did hate her.

She had invaded my family's life, showing up out of nowhere with that police officer father of hers—the same hypocritical man I had...