DIANA
Axel stood still for a second after I asked him why he was back home from work so early.
His expression didn’t change much, but I saw something flicker in his eyes. Maybe it was hesitation or something close to that.
I couldn’t really tell, but I waited patiently, not wanting to rush him.
Then he said, “I forgot something at home. That’s what I came to pick up.”
I nodded slowly, accepting his answer. I didn’t ask what he forgot. I figured if it was something important, he would have already told me.
Even though I was curious, I kept it to myself. Axel wasn’t the type to say more than he needed to. And maybe that was something I needed to get used to.
But still, part of me wondered what it was. Was it a file? His phone? A jacket? Or was it something else entirely? Something con
