It Might Be Everything

I scoot back and sit cross-legged on my bed, picking at the fraying edge of my blanket while Tasha just watches me.

There’s a soft smile on her lips, like she’s trying to decide if she should start this conversation. I’m floating somewhere between exhausted and just empty, trying to keep my mind focused on the present.

Tasha sighs and tilts her head at me. “You know I called you five times yeste