Accidentally Manifesting My Soulmate

The man I had loved for a decade came home with my older sister for Thanksgiving this year.

That night, nobody in the house slept.

Through the painfully thin drywall of my childhood bedroom, I listened. I listened to my boyfriend, Cameron, play the innocent, bashful guest. And then, I listened to my sister be anything but. The rhythmic, agonizing squeak of the guest bed springs felt like a metronome ticking down the last seconds of my sanity.

I looked down at the glowing screen of my phone. My text thread with Cameron had stalled out yesterday afternoon.