The boxes were there to put up his tree and to decorate his apartment, but he just didn’t want to bother with it. His mom had sent them to him last night. But he didn’t really care if he ever put up a tree again. Carter let out a heavy sigh when his cell phone rang. He knew who it was but wasn’t really in the mood to talk to Misha right now. When it stopped ringing, he counted to ten and knew that Misha would use other means to contact him. Right on cue. You have to come over to the house before we leave next week. Can we expect you to make it to dinner on Saturday? I always do, don’t I? He knew that he’d pissed Misha off, but really didn’t care right now. Look. I just want to be alone. Is that so hard for you to understand? Yes, because you won’t talk to any of us to let us help you. And you’re also not sleeping well. You’ve lost weight, and I’m pretty sure that you’ve been avoiding us for some other reason than you just want to be alone.
