The feeling did not go away. Jordy tried to ignore it, tried to convince himself that whatever he had seen the day before did not mean anything, but the more he thought about it, the more it stayed. Not loud, not overwhelming, just there, quiet and persistent.By the time he got home, it had settled into something he could not easily shake off.The house was calm when he stepped in. His mother was in the living room again, this time with her friend, both of them deep in conversation, their voices light and easy. Nothing about the scene matched the tension sitting in Jordy’s chest.“Back already?” his mother asked, glancing at him.“For a bit,” he replied.She nodded, smiling faintly, then returned to her conversation.Jordy did not stay.He walked straight to his room, closed the door, and leaned against it for a second before moving further inside. He dropped onto his bed, staring at the ceiling again like it might finally give him a
閱讀更多