ACIR HILLS
The soft chime of my alarm stirred me awake long before the sun had fully risen.
For a few moments, I simply lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Everything that had happened over the past few days replayed in fragments. The uncertainty hanging between Zaijian and I.
I buried my face into my pillow with a groan.
“What am I doing…?” I wasn’t asking anyone in particular. I genuinely didn’t know the answer.
Part of me wanted to keep my distance from Zaijian. It was the sensible thing to do. We both knew our situation wasn’t simple. Another part of me—the selfish part—didn’t want to lose him all over again.
With a sigh, I dragged myself out of bed and got ready for work.
As I locked my apartment door behind me, something immediately caught my eye. There was a paper bag
