"Give me a minute," I said, and he nodded, stepping aside.
I walked into the kitchen, the words forming in my head before I even knew what I was going to say. "Thank you," I managed, standing awkwardly near the counter.
Callum didn't respond. He didn't even look up. Just kept stirring his cereal, his face set in that familiar mask of indifference.
"I'll come back after school to pick up my clothes," I added, hoping to bridge the gap between us, even if just a little.
"I'll send a Sentinel to return your clothes," he said, finally looking up, though his tone was flat. "You can return mine then."
The sting of his dismissal hit harder than I expected, and I nodded, biting back the hurt that welled up in my chest. "Right. Fine."
I turned to leave, but something stopped me, a desperate ne
