The Wrong Catch (The Wrong Player #3)

OPHELIA

Ishivered as I stood on the sidewalk, the morning air slipping through my sweatshirt and sinking straight into my skin. It was freezing…though maybe that was just me. Maybe it was the kind of cold that came from the inside, that settled in your bones when you’d finally run out of feeling.

I stared at the glass doors of the communications building like they were guarding something dangerous, monsters waiting on the other side to tear me apart if I dared to walk through. My breath came out in white clouds, fogging in front of me before drifting away.

After the call with my mom yesterday, I’d collapsed back into bed, too drained to cry anymore. My body had felt heavy, my head aching from everything I’d held in. I’d told myself I’d just lie there for a minute, but sleep came fast and mean.