Since the argument I had with Nath, we haven't really spoken much to each other. We would text each other vague things from time to time, then whatever conversation started would be lost in about three or so back and forth sentences. I wondered if he was angry with me, or if he just thought I needed space the think. The worry made me a little dysfunctional. I kept zoning out of consciousness, and people would have to touch or yell at me to grab my attention in crowds or during meetings.
Sam and Olivia's worried gazes had returned. Olivia had even pulled me aside and asked me to talk to her, but I had just shaken my head and slipped past her before she could pull me back. I didn't have time for anyone or anything.
I was in my room writing an email to my mother when I heard my phone vibrat
