I hadn’t slept well again. Sofia’s couch was comfortable enough for a friend’s place, but it wasn’t home. And home, right now, was a complicated word I wasn’t ready to unpack.
I was drinking a cup of coffee, when my phone buzzed. Sofia, who was still half-asleep on the other side of the table, raised an eyebrow.
“Unknown number?” she asked.
“No. It’s him.” I stared at the message.
Damien: I’m outside. Not coming in unless you want me to. Just wanted to see if you’re okay after yesterday’s article.
My stomach did that familiar flip. Part of me wanted to ignore it and keep my boundaries firm. The other part, the louder part, missed him so much it ached.
Sofia leaned over, reading the message upside down. “Billionaire Batman is playing the respectful card. Smart man. Annoying, but smart
