Colors worked like taste and music in reliving a memory. 

And the colors around Darian’s room were kicking me in the face and the stomach and every other place where a person could hurt. Nora sat still on the sofa and stared at the wall while picking her nails. Her words got to me, deeply. I think she’s afraid to leave me alone but her staying here out of pity isn't exactly improving my confidence.

A wrinkle formed on her face and she lowered her hand and stopped chewing on ...