~Jennie’s~

“I saw what you did yesterday.”

Blair’s voice breaks the silence like a stone in a still pond. She’s standing by the garden table with a coffee cup in hand. Her heels are somehow not sinking into the grass. Her blazer today is a slate grey, sharp against the blooms behind her. Her gaze is unreadable, but it’s not cold. Not today.

Infact, not for a while now.

I sit up straighter and glance at the second cup beside her. “You’re joining me?”

She shrugs. “Don’t get used to it.” But she takes the chair opposite mine anyway.

The mansion garden is quiet. The kind of quiet that feels...