I wasn’t sure how I got there.
One minute I was staring blankly out my window, my reflection a pale ghost against the glass, the next I was standing in front of Damian’s house, my fingers clenched around the strap of my bag like it could anchor me to something solid. The morning light hadn’t fully settled yet; it stretched long and golden across the driveway, touching the edges of his front porch like it wasn’t sure it was allowed there.
My heart thudded unevenly. I hadn’t planned to come. I hadn’t planned anything.
It was too early , far earlier than when I usually came to tutor him. The street was quiet, no sound of passing cars, no birds yet brave enough to sing. Just that heavy stillness, the kind that settles after too much has been felt in too little time. The butler looked surpri
