A Bad Day

Bria's pov

The radiator knocked once and died, and the cold packed under my ribs stayed right where it was.

I got up anyway. Anxiety loved handing me a disaster before I'd even found my shoes, and I wasn't sitting in bed to watch it. Phone on the bathroom counter. Ariana Grande up loud enough to buzz the cheap tile. I sang through the hot shower, off-key and too loud. I sang while I dragged clot