Why Are You Even Calling Me?

Blair had barely enjoyed a full hour of peace in her newly claimed bedroom. She took a long, hot shower, letting the steaming water wash away the lingering tension of the downstairs confrontation. She sat on the edge of the beige and pink bed, quietly drying her hair with a soft towel. The house felt deceptively still. She knew her family was downstairs, likely buzzing around Preston Lockwood, des