I wake to the smell of pancakes, which has me second-guessing if I’m actually dreaming. Because why would the delicious buttery scent of pancakes be wafting through my home?
My confusion is most pronounced when I first wake, so I’m not a morning person. It takes me a few seconds to remember where I am and, most frightening, who I am. But this morning is different, clearer. And I know that has everything to do with last night.
I may not remember a great deal, but I’ll never forget the look on Cayden’s face as his stone walls finally crumbled. Swathed in quietude, he peered at the lake with a hand pressed to his recently kissed cheek. The sight made me feel at peace.
Cayden keeps his cards close to his chest, but on the rarest of occasions, when he lowers his guard and allows me in, what
