“Zac?” I quickly rose to my feet, staring as he stood by the door.

“Can I come in?” 

Though he was yet to enter the room, his imposing build was already filling up space. 

“Come in, Zac.” Haven invited, an excited, welcoming smile blanketing her face.

He was holding lots of bags in both hands, I was briefly curious on what they contained.

“Thank you, Haven.” 

He walked in and dropped the bags on the small table near the peeling-paint wall. 

“How did you find my place?” I asked.

“That’s not important.” He turned to Haven. “No school today?”

“I got a little sick.” My daughter explained, her keen eyes...