Chapter 4 The next morning, sunlight slipped through the half drawn blinds and painted soft golden stripes across the room. I woke up slowly, my body still heavy with the kind of restless sleep that comes after a night of overthinking. I stretched under the thin sheet, then glanced across the room. Olivia’s bed was empty and neatly made. She hadn’t come home last night. Part of me wondered where she’d gone, but another part felt relieved. Her cold stares and quiet hostility made the room feel smaller whenever she was around.My eyes drifted to Kate’s bed. She was still lying there, facing the wall, her curly hair splayed across the pillow like a dark halo. My heart did a little flip at the sight of her. Yesterday’s kiss impulsive, electric, and way too short had been playing on repeat in my head all night. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way her lips felt, the little sound she made when I pulled away.I sat up, heart hammering. “Morning, Kate,” I said softly, offering her a small
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