But I couldn't live with the way they were all moving around me, working like a well-oiled machine while I stood there useless and extraneous. Separate.
I muttered something that didn't even make sense to me, and escaped into the bathroom, flipping on the shower as high as it'd go to drown out the sounds of their voices.
It didn't work, though. I washed mechanically, listening to Ian's footsteps coming back in the room, his grumbled explanation to Calder of what he thought might fit him in the clothes he'd brought.
Jace went in and out, saying something about sandwiches.
I turned off the shower, and I heard the bedroom door shut at almost the same moment.
With an old scratchy towel wrapped around my hips, I stepped back out into the bedroom.
Calder and I were alone with the sandwiches, the old clothes, and the orange curtains.
