KIERANI sat across from her, elbows resting on the table, eyes trailing the slow, calculated movement of her hand as she lifted the spoon to her mouth. Each bite was measured, like she was pretending to be hungry, like she was trying to convince even herself that this was normal. It wasn’t. I didn’t know how I knew that, but I knew. Something about the way Selene chewed, the way she avoided looking at me directly for more than a few seconds, it made my stomach twist. Still, I said nothing. Because how do you speak about a thing you can’t even name?"You’re staring," she said without looking up, her voice light, but not playful."I know," I said simply, not pretending otherwise.She paused mid-bite, the spoon hovering in the air for a heartbeat too long before she resumed. “Is it the food?”“No,” I said. “It’s you.”She looked up at that, her eyes, familiar, and yet somehow distant, locking with mine for a second. "Me?""I don't know. Something just feels off." I leaned back in my sea
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