The days blurred together after my dinner with Collins It went well, lifting my spirits in a way that hasn't gone unnoticed by Lorenzo and Cameron during their visits. But their reactions couldn't be more different.
Lorenzo seems thrilled by my newfound levity. Each time he's over, and I don't badger him about Hades or getting him back for me, he leaves with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face, his mood brighter than when he arrived.
Cameron, on the other hand, watches me with a wary distrust. I catch him studying me when he thinks I'm not looking, his brow furrowed as if trying to solve a complex riddle. It's unnerving, making the fine hairs at the nape of my neck prickle with unease, but I try my best to mask my discomfort under a veneer of nonchalance.
We're in my room watch
