Claire

I got dressed and wandered back to my room to put my shoes on and gather my list, wanting to show it to Andy. I'd closed my door, as I always do when I leave my room, but now it was open and there was Andy, sitting on the floor in front of my bed, his knees pulled up to his chest and his head down.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, noticing the plastic bag beside him, probably filled with things I left at his house that he's returning to me. He lifts his head, and ...