Will

Ang was even more silent than normal when she walked into the living room, her hair was a wet messy knot on the top of her head, and once again I was gifted with the girl I remembered.

No makeup.

An oversized T-shirt.

And a pair of sweats I could have sworn I'd noticed missing from my room two nights ago when I did a load of laundry.

"Those mine?" I pointed at the black Under Armour sweats and waited for her to deny it.

Instead, she ...