Braelyn's POV
The door clicked open then slowly creaked like whoever it was didn't want to wake me. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was sure they could hear it.
I kept my eyes shut, breathing slow and even, pretending to sleep. Every nerve in my body screamed to look, to see who had been leaving primroses like quiet apologies every night, but I didn't move yet without knowing their intentions.
The person stepped in, and light from the hallway flashed on me. I could feel them quietly watching from the door before it creaked again.
The door clicked shut again with a softness that somehow sounded louder than a slam.
Footsteps crossed the room. They were careful and slow. Despite the gentleness, I could tell the person was tired. The footsteps were neither rushed nor confident. The kind of walk that belonged to someone carrying too much. My toes curled under the covers as my curiosity increased.
