I sat there holding the phone, staring at the wall. He got it. He actually got it. Those documents, and the risk it took, all that guilt – it meant something.
I wondered what Aldwin was feeling right now. He would be home soon, I wouldn't wonder anymore.
Aldwin arrived that evening and stayed inside. The new version of him I couldn't understand before he left – gone. I waited to see if he'd come back, if that strange softness would return.
I stayed awake an hour longer, hoping he'd walk through my door, but I dozed off anyway.
I woke up to Celine calling me, I think she had been trying for a while before I finally opened my eyes.
Aldwin wanted us to have breakfast. I freshened up and went downstairs.
I hesitated at the door before walking into the dining room.
“Good morning.” I p
