That couldn’t be right.
We had just started.
Had we?
No-had it been hours? Minutes? Seconds?
Time didn’t feel real inside this room. I blinked.
10:05 p.m. stayed on the screen.
My pulse stumbled. It felt wrong. Too fast. Too strange. I looked up at Damian again. Still at the window. Still staring out like the darkness was talking to him. His back rose and fell with slow breaths. Deep breaths. Tense breaths.
I swallowed hard. Part of me wanted to speak. Call him.Ask if he was alright.
Another part-the part still trembling from Liliana’s smile, her touch, her voice-didn’t dare say anything. So I just sat there. My phone cold in my hand.
The room wide and silent and waiting. Damian finally drew in breath-slow, controlled, careful. He lifted his head a little, as if he sensed someth
