Lyre won't stop staring in the direction of Andrew's camp lot, even after closing the blinds. She can't even see through the black fabric, so I'm not sure why she keeps looking over there.
Every few minutes, she lifts the blinds and peeks underneath, only to close them again. But she's so nonchalant about it, like it's something people do on a daily basis.
It's not. Even I know that.
I'm about to ask her what she's looking for when she suddenly drops her head with a long, heavy sigh that makes me jump.
"Your boyfriend's lost it." Her voice sounds almost bored, but her fingers tap rapidly against her thigh.
I blink, and my stomach plummets to the vicinity of my toes. "Rafe's my ex. Is he really here?"
Lyre turns to me with an expression so flat it could level mountains. Her left eyebrow wings up after a few seconds, and her tapping speeds up.
It seems like I'm missing something.
"What?" I ask, genuinely confused.
