Lia

The next morning Michael knocked on my door. He was walking back and forth, looking like he had something to say. But wasn’t sure what or how to say it.

I’ve been there and done that.

“Michael?”

“Hey, can we talk?”

“I think you’ve already decided you want to talk. It’s more what do you want to talk about?”

He grinned, scratching the back of his head nervously. The action reminded me of rain. I forgot that the five of them had spent almost their whole lives ...