Natalia
At the clinic. What room?
My eyes run over Cardan’s text. We both thought it best that I take the kids to get some rest, but I decided to bring them to the clinic instead for a little check up.
Cardan called after rounding up whatever he needed to do--or hear--before asking where we were.
The moment I step into the hallway, I see him, lingering by the end of the narrow path, his head darting left and right, everything about him seeming out of place.
He shoves his hand in the front pocket of his jeans, pulling out a small back hair tie with his side profile facing me as he takes his unruly black hair into a messy bun at the nape of his neck.
He tucks a loose strand behind his ear, looking downright sinful as he does it. Something about how reckless he is about his appearanc
