Play Me Like You Mean It
Somewhere between exhaustion and unanswered questions, I fell asleep again.
In the morning, Cade made sure I ate breakfast, more like forced me to. After that, we agreed to go see Zayne together.
Walking into Zayne’s living room, I halted mid-step.
Loud music filled the space. Zayne was on the couch, controller in hand, playing a video game like nothing was wrong.
He saw our expressions and laughed.
“Relax,” he said. “I’m not dying today.”
He looked at Cade. “Come on. Let’s see if I can still beat you.”