Predictive Text Couldn't Predict Our Love

else. Blake was beside me, pressed against the opposite door, as far away as he could get. Mr. Sterling drove, his

ceilings that swallowed sound, and furniture that looked like it h

pped the trunk. "Blake, show her to the guest room." T

He carried my bag up a grand, curving staircase, his footsteps echoing in the silence. My room was

there. Dinner is... whenever the housekeeper

ned to

the name feeling st

the doorway,

for carryi

felt a deep, chilling loneliness that was worse than anything I' d felt at the orphanage. There, at least, there was noise. There was l

out of my room, my bare feet cold on the polished wood floor. The house was a maze of shadows. I f

ham and cheese on white bread, but it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I knew who had left

at made the orphanage look like a palace. Blake drove me. He didn' t ta

aid as he pulled up to the imposing

s followed me down the hall. I saw Liam Henderson in the cafeteria. He was surrounded by friends, laughing. He sa

of girls cornered

m sneered. Her name was Jessica. The text over her head w

lone," a qui

tormy. He wasn' t yelling, but his presence was a physica

t me. "Are

, unable

unted. "L

I saw the text ov

ncts activated. B

for an hour, ending up at a quiet, green ceme

G. BELOVED WI

her. The silence here was different from the silence at the house. This was a sile

ve. He didn' t look at me, but as w

," he said, his voice rough.

ld, empty house, he stopped in front o

nt door," he said.

it felt like the first warm thing I had touc