The heavy doors of the Linnaeus Hall clicked shut behind me, the silence gone, replaced by the distant rumble of city traffic. Walking home, I felt like I was finally back in a stable state. I wasn't expecting a perfect 100% but I was fairly certain I hadn't failed either. I couldn’t wait until I got home to finally experience some of that self care I promised myself.
I checked my watch as I turned the key in the lock. Four hours. Two hundred and forty minutes of time to myself before I had to leave for the Scrapyard. I was already mentally halfway into a hot bath when I stepped inside and stopped short.
Caleb was sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast nook, his hair damp like he had recently showered. He had on a bright blue polo, jeans his gold chain and a pair of black desi
