What if I’m wrong? 

If I confronted her outright and it turned out to be nothing, I’d look paranoid. Worse, she’d know I doubted her. But if I didn’t, if I kept pretending, then I’d feel even worse. 

“Kim?” 

Sloane’s voice cut into my thoughts, pulling me back. I blinked, realizing I’d been staring at nothing for too long. My hand was curled around something cold, my fingers numb. 

She tilted her head slightly, brow furrowed. “You’ve been... what? Zoning out for ...