POV: KhyleThe phone screen had gone dark and bright three times since Khyle had set it on the table. He hadn't touched it. But he'd been watching it the way you watched something you weren't sure was going to hurt you, like a bruise you weren't ready to press.The first two times had been his dad checking in from the house in the suburbs, because the weather had gotten worse and Khyle had mentioned going to Gunner's mother's place and his dad had opinions about driving in weather that strong. The third time was Shane.Khyle hadn't answered any of them.The coffee had been good and he'd drunk most of it sitting on the couch in the dim living room. He hadn't turned more lights on. He wasn't feeling the brightness of his own apartment right now. He was feeling the specific quiet of a day that had gone from unremarkable to enormous and back to unremarkable in the span of a few hours, the way some days did when you were inside them and couldn't see them clearly yet.His cheek was fine. It
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