The Size of Jealousy

Lyra sat curled on the hospital bed, a blanket draped over her legs. The air smelled faintly of tomato sauce and herbs—Leo was still picking at the last of Ms. Mabel’s lasagna, humming contentedly under his breath.

The older woman had already left, her usual warmth lingering in the room like sunlight after a curtain is drawn.

Lyra’s phone lit up again.

Kira: Green or red? Or should I go full sa