DAWN’S POV
The breakfast was simple but warm enough to settle my hunger. I sat at the wooden table, cutting through the last piece of omelette while the stack of pancakes beside it slowly cooled. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that made me have time to eat and think. I chewed slowly, trying to distract myself with the taste of butter and syrup, when the front door opened softly.
Wayne stepped inside.
He closed the door carefully behind him, almost too gently for someone with his strength, and my eyes drifted to the wooden door, I had totally forgotten about it. It looked new. No cracks, no splinters, no sign of how it had been torn from its hinges last night. He must have woken up before dawn to fix it. That was impressive.
He walked towards me slowly. When he finally sat besi
