The morning after that night felt different.
Not dramatically different not like the world had changed colors or the light had suddenly become brighter than usual. It was more in very small, very real ways: I came down to the kitchen at seven, and Damian was already there. When he set a cup of coffee in front of me, there was no carefully measured distance between us before he sat back down.
He simply sat.
Beside me, not across from me.
Mrs. Sari hadn't arrived yet. The house was still quiet. Breakfast was last night's leftover rice reheated, coffee, and a kitchen window left open because the air was nice that morning. It felt like something neither of us had ever had before.
Ordinary time. Without an agenda.
"Mr. Hendra called at six," Damian said.
"That's early."
"He didn't sleep
