CINNAMON:
The crushing guilt in my chest after what I said wouldn’t let me stay at Mom’s, so I went back to the cabin.
It felt emptier and colder here, even with the blazing heater running. To distract myself before I started overthinking, I kept myself busy organizing. After all, the living room needed it, with all my stuff lying around.
My suitcases went into the corner, arranged neatly so they didn’t clutter the space. I unpacked the essentials, which were my toiletries, a change of clothes, my work materials, and my laptop.
Looking around, I let out a satisfied exhale, seeing the good job I’d done. There was nothing left to do, and it was already late. So, I changed into pajamas, washed my face, and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. Dante wasn’t coming back tonight. That muc
