Dawn’s POV
After Wayne and I finished talking, the room felt strangely calm. It was almost like both of us were trying to understand what had really happened. I cleaned up the plate that had held my omelette and pancakes, washed it, and dried my hands on a small towel. Wayne watched me quietly from his seat, his eyes following every movement like he was still thinking about everything he had just told me.
I went to grab my shoes, ready to return to the packhouse. I needed to work, and honestly, I needed a little space to breathe and gather my thoughts. I turned to him and said softly, “I should go now. They’ll be preparing lunch soon.”
He nodded, but something about the look on his face made it clear he didn’t like the idea. He didn’t say anything, though, so I assumed he had nothing mo
