Mia’s POV
I was nervous at this point because I was not one to tell someone how I felt. I always kept it inside and moved on. But this time I had to say something. Keeping quiet was not going to change anything.
The evening frost is strangely calm.
Not quiet—because nothing around the estate was truly quiet, but it was softer somehow. The kind of evening when the sun was finally losing its fight with the day, where the heat settled and people moved slower, like everyone had silently agreed to breathe for a moment.
A woman crossed the street while arguing with a fruit seller like it was a personal battle of pride.
Loren had been standing outside when I got home, leaning by the gate like he had nowhere urgent to be, and after he asked how the exam went and me giving him a long speech ab
