CALEB JENSEN
I wasn’t sure what time it was when I pulled into the driveway, but the early morning sun was already glaring at me like it had a personal vendetta. My head was pounding, my shirt was wrinkled, and I could still taste the regret at the back of my throat.
But none of that mattered when I walked into the house and found silence.
No screaming. No accusations. No Alessia perched on the stairs with her arms crossed, ready to interrogate me like I’d just stumbled out of someone else’s bed.
It was just… quiet.
Kaia.
I found myself smiling, and I hated that I couldn’t stop it.
She didn’t slam the door in my face. She didn’t scold me like a child or throw my mistakes back in my face. She didn’t owe me anything, and yet… she let me in.
Let me sleep on her couch.
Covered me wit
