Chapter 118
Adrian’s POV
Two weeks.
Since I started staying here, in Darcy’s house. It felt like home. Against all odds, Darcy made me feel wanted, cherished, loved and it made me heal faster and want to do more things with Darcy.
Not the home I couldn’t remember, but something new. We had a peaceful breakfast together. Shared meals, coffee and Pink’s talks more about her dreams.
Pink came to my room each morning. She knocks on my door, enters my bed and chats with me. Each morning. She never for one day missed it. She tells me stories from her favourite story books or maybe tells me about her dreams.
Darcy would be in the kitchen making coffee for us. He loves black coffee for himself, while sweet for me—while Pink tried, and failed, not to spill cereal on the counter. He told some
