Chapter 89

• I rose with the sun, brushing aside the veil of last night's uncertainties. Elroy had left early, and even though he was usually gone by the time I woke up, his side of the bed felt colder than normal.
• I moved through the morning with my thoughts in a tumult, incessantly repeating the same questions I’d asked myself since yesterday. Was I reading too much into Elroy’s gestures, his words? Did he feel the same fire between us, or were we just lukewarm companions in his eyes?
• So I did what I always did when I needed a break from my brain, and I channeled my energy into a task—in this case, the establishment of the WPI. There was a lot to organize before the Initiative could even get off the ground, and I was determined to make the opening as successful as possible. As I sunk into the chaos, orchestrating strategies and smoothing out logistics, my anxiety had no choice but to take a back seat.