MADISON
With the holiday break underway at my workplace, I arrived home around five in the evening.
However, I still made a stop at the police station to talk to the lieutenant, who remained unyielding despite my pleas.
Worn and irritated, I unlocked the door to the apartment I share with my stepbrother.
Stepping inside, it was just like any other day. Caden had already cleaned everything.
He was in the kitchen preparing dinner, dressed in a plain white t-shirt and cargo shorts that made him look innocent.
His tousled hair, shorter on the sides and longer in the middle, highlighted his hazel eyes that could shift in color. They were captivating and could change within a nanosecond, especially in the light.
When our eyes met, a sudden, benign smile spread across his face.
Yes, when
