The apartment was silent, but Chloe’s mind was anything but.

She sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop casting a pale blue glow across the room. Her blinds were closed, lights off, only the soft hum of her fan filling the silence.

She hadn’t been able to shake the feeling since she got home from the hospice. Seeing her mother had grounded her, but running into Noah had stirred up emotions she thought were long buried. And yet… neither of those things was what kept her ...