I woke up that morning in a wonderful mood. It felt like something had happened between us—something important, something real. He had acknowledged my openness. He had wanted to understand me… and he had heard what I wanted.
Was it true?
Or was I imagining things again?
I smiled all morning. My sister was getting better. It felt like everything was finally falling into place, and I was happy.
I came down to dinner on time, but Master Alex was already there. He was sitting on the sofa with his laptop, his face serious. It was the first time I had seen him all day.
“Good evening, Master.”
He looked up at me and gave a barely noticeable nod.
The same man.
As if nothing had happened yesterday.
During dinner, he placed a small box on the table. He was calm, but it felt like he didn’t w
