Kyle sat at the dining table of Andrea's apartment, lit by the glow of the laptop screen, warm cocoa between his hands, fighting with insomnia.
Andrea had gone to bed already, so he was keeping his voice and the light low in an effort to not disturb her. At the same time, he was making sure he would be immediately visible if she did emerge from her room. He was mindful of the close call he'd had the night before. This was not a night he wanted to risk giving Andrea another surprise.
"I know that she said she's fine, but I'm worried that she's more shaken up than she's willing to admit," he said quietly. "Not that I think she's lying to me… I know she's too honest for that. It's more that I think she's lying to… herself."
Kyle thought back to when he'd first seen Andrea on his way out of the store. He could tell straight away something was wrong. Even from a distance, he could see there was something… off about her expression.