Caleb's POV

“I'm still kinda surprised about what you said yesterday, Caleb. You met Rose? Is it Rose I really know,” Mom tried to initiate a conversation as I gulped my coffee, and my gaze couldn't leave my wristwatch.

For a moment, I leaned on the chair; as I raised my eyelids towards her, her tea was still untouched, and I already knew why.

I cleared my throat as I swallowed the remaining coffee that had filled my mouth, and I tried to be calm as well.

“Yeah, I was also thinking that I was probably dreaming, and when I drew closer, my eyes were right. She was really the...