Addison’s POVI lay on my bed, staring at my own phone while scrolling on practically anything, my thumb moved automatically across the screen, flipping through posts, messages, random videos none of it registering in my head.My thoughts were somewhere else entirely, tangled in the events of the day, looping over and over like a broken record. I exhaled slowly and turned onto my side, pulling the blanket closer to my chest.“Get a grip, Addison,” I muttered under my breath, “you’re practically overthinking.”The feeling didn’t go away, it just grew stronger like I was having the psychic feeling I couldn't overthrow.I opened my eyes again, the ceiling stared back at me, I sat up abruptly, something was definitely off.I grabbed my phone and stared at the screen for a moment, thinking. Maybe I was watching too many tarot videos to know what exactly was wrong with me.My fingers moved before I could second-guess myself, I quickly called Leslie.The phone rang a few times before she pic
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