The drive back home is an awkward silence. I try to strike up a conversation with him, but I notice that the words refuse to form on my lips.
I turn my face to look at him and realize that his eyes are fixed on the road, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his face in a stoic mood like he's thinking hard.
I brush off whatever thoughts are on my mind as I rest my back and relax, but I don't know for how long. Suddenly, I feel a movement around me, and I open my eyes to notice Logan trying to carry me inside. I wiggle out of his hold and realize that I had fallen asleep.
"Sorry, I wanted to help you up to your room since you had slept off," he says awkwardly, looking at me.
"Thank you," I say, stepping out of the car on my own. I have no intention of going inside; I just want to be left alone to think about everything right now. I notice that my chest feels heavy with something I can't quite point out, like I have a feeling that something bad is going to happen. Shaking my head, I make my way to the swimming pool area, grateful that he doesn't protest or try to follow me.
I sit down at the edge of the pool and dip my leg into the water, feeling its cold texture on my skin. I close my eyes and relish the sensation. Then, I sense a movement around me and notice Kayla approaching with a tray of snacks and juice.
I look at her, confused. "I didn't ask you to bring this," I say.
"No, you didn't," she replies, "but Mr. West said I should bring it to you. He thought you might be hungry since you haven't eaten since breakfast."