დ Rosalie დ
I barely slept. The motel bed was too firm, the blanket too thin, the silence too loud. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s face. Julian’s name. Jordan in the grocery store aisle. Thomas at the kitchen table, distant and quiet and never truly mine in the way I thought. By morning, I felt scraped out. I showered, got dressed, and left before I could talk myself into going back home first. Declan had texted me just after seven with the address. Of course, I wasn’t surprised to find out where he lived. On the edge of the wealthier part of town, of course. Not hidden exactly, but set back enough to feel private. The house was large without being flashy. Stone. Dark trim. Clean lines. A long driveway that was still wet from last night’s rain. I parked, sat there for one
