Caleb’s POV
The sunset painted Silver Creek in a fiery orange, the quiet streets of the town reflecting a calm I didn’t feel inside. My hands tightened around a bouquet of flowers—red roses, an attempt to make up for the date I had missed with Hilda the night before—as I drove toward her parents’ house. Guilt weighed on me, not only for canceling our dinner, but for the secret I still carried, that past I wasn’t ready to share. But she was different—her warmth, her laughter, the way her pale skin contrasted with mine, as if we were two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. I wanted to see her, to erase the tension of the morning, to assure her that I was here for her, no matter what had happened at the clinic.
I turned onto her street, my heart speeding up with the anticipation of seeing her
