Claire
Victor ’s question hung in the air again, softer this time, but more curious. “I’ve really never been there before?”
I didn’t want to answer. The truth sat heavy on my tongue. I looked at the floor instead. “It’s fine. We can go together.”
He studied me for a second longer, then nodded like he was filing the silence away for later. I cleared my throat. “Get ready. I’ll fix your breakfast and get your pills sorted.”
A small smile tugged at his mouth. “Yes, ma’am.” The way he said it was light, almost teasing. He turned and disappeared into the bathroom.
I stood there for a moment after the door clicked shut. Then I walked to his wardrobe and pulled it open. The scent of his clothes hit me first—clean, familiar, a little like the cologne he used to wear even when he barely looked
