Bridgette
The morning light filtered through the curtains, warm and gentle on my face as though driving away the night of gloom I'd had.
I groaned, struggling to blink with eyes that felt swollen. I had cried myself to sleep, and yet I hadn't managed to push away the feelings of regret.
With a sigh, I went through the motions of getting ready, preparing for another day of working alongside Rhysand, my stepbrother.
My heart was heavy with thoughts. Was he still angry? Would he get Dave to wait for me? Or would he drive away or use a cab?
I had no answer for any of these thoughts, but they still weighed heavily on me. My wariness didn't stop me from rushing through my preparations.
I pulled open the door quickly, ready to rush down the stairs when something caught my eye.
A box. Small
