Chapter 105

He doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looks at me in that infuriatingly observant way of his, like he’s putting together a puzzle. 

“You’re exhausted,” he says. 

I instinctively straighten. “I’m fine.” 

“That’s not what I said. It’s also not the truth.” 

I look away. “I didn’t sleep very well.” 

“I can tell.” 

I take another sip of Coke. “You’ve become annoyingly perceptive.”