Dorian didn’t waste any time after I told him he could roam around freely again. The very next morning, after the first dreamless sleep in a week, I found the three of them sitting around the dining table.
“Good morning,” he cheered brightly in his just-as-bright yellow hoodie, as if he hadn’t just been a gloomy fella the past week. Clarissa and Mary, who were sitting across from him with their back turned against me, simultaneously looked at me and smiled, so I waved awkwardly.
“Good morning, miss Shay, please have a seat,” Clarissa said, gesturing towards the chair on Dorian’s left. I sat down, noticing the amount of food on the table.
“Are we expecting guests?” I asked.
“Mr. D just likes to cook,” Mary answered, reaching for a piece of freshly baked bread. Under her breath, she mutt
