Juniper's Pov
I take the last sip of my coffee, savoring the slight bitterness as I set the mug down. The morning light streams through the kitchen window, illuminating my laptop screen as I scroll through my emails one final time. My brow furrows in concentration, double-checking that every detail is accounted for in my instructions to Aria. The dream from last night still lingers at the edge of my mind, a ghostly reminder of the wounds I have worked so hard to bury.
Across the kitchen, Theodore leans against the counter, cradling his coffee mug, and I can feel that he watches me with quiet curiosity. I am too engrossed in my work to be bothered by the silence and at least the silence was not uncomfortable.
“You always this meticulous?” he asks lightly, his tone playful.
I glance up,
