“You okay?”
I nodded, though my heart wasn’t in it.
“Just tired,” I replied, hoping it explained away my unease.
Jamie nodded, accepting the answer without further question.
The doorbell rang, echoing through the apartment.
Jamie stood up, setting the mug down with a clink.
“It’s time,” Jamie said, heading to answer the door.
I stayed seated, my mind racing with what-ifs.
What if I just asked them to leave the centipedes alone?
But Jamie was already opening the door, greeting the pest control specialist.
I forced myself to stand, joining them, trying to look composed.
The specialist was brisk, professional, outlining the plan.
Jamie nodded along, approving every step.
I hovered on the edge of the conversation, feeling out of place.
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