Senna’s POV
When I woke up the next morning, I stretched my arms over my head and looked beside me. But Kalev wasn’t in bed.
He was sitting, in the corner of the room, his eyes locked on me.
“What are you doing?” I asked him. “Come back to bed.”
He shook his head. My smile dropped. There was a concerned look on his face.
“I have something to show you,” he said, standing up. “I’m going to give it to you. Then I’m going to go and stand right outside the door and wait for you.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, a sense of foreboding settling over me. He had papers in his hand. Old papers. An entire stack of them.
“Just…read these,” he said, handing me the papers. “I’m going to give you space to read these in private. But I’ll be just outside the door. Waiting for you when you’re ready.”
