დ Rosalie დ
I got to the park ten minutes early. That annoyed me more than it should have. Not because I had somewhere else to be. I didn’t. My mother was asleep when I left, and the house had already started to feel too small again. But standing near the fountain with my hands shoved into the pockets of my coat, and my thoughts circling Declan, wasn’t how I wanted to spend my morning. The park looked too perfect for everything sitting in my chest. The fountain at the center spilled silver water into the basin. The grass was trimmed. The flowerbeds were neat despite the cold. The benches had been painted recently, and the lampposts still carried that polished old-town charm Raven Hollow loved pretending was innocence.
Pretty enough to lie.
I had just sat down on one of the benches when
