Callie
When I woke up, there was no faint scent of coffee drifting up the stairs.
I got dressed slowly, half listening for footsteps, the creak of floorboards. Nothing.
When I came downstairs, there was already a mug on the counter. His.
Still warm but he wasn’t here.
“Out early,” I muttered to no one, trying to ignore the pinch in my chest.
I poured juice, scrolled my phone, and ate half a piece of toast I didn’t want. He didn’t come back until after lunch and when he did, it was like I was invisible.
He nodded when I said hi, didn’t stop walking, just went straight into his office and closed the door.
It was worse than silence. It was deliberate.
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Grayson
Distance. That was the only move left.
I’d let myself get too close last night, closer than I’d promised myself I’d ev
