"Sleep early. Good night." Without waiting for my reply, he turned and ascended the stairs in haste.
I didn't notice his subtle turmoil. I lowered my head, sipping the tea slowly, my heart oddly warm and tranquil.
The next morning, before the alarm clock chimed, Connor appeared, knocking gently on my door.
"Livvy, time to get up," his deep voice called from the other side.
I woke, fished my phone from under the pillow, and glanced at the screen: 9:59 sharp. Such precise timing.
After finishing my morning routine, I emerged to a breakfast laid out on the table: a humble bowl of venison stew. The rich aroma filled the air, making my stomach growl appreciatively.
Curious, I took a spoonful of broth. My eyes brightened instantly as the familiar flavor hit my tongue.
"How come it
