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Chapter 18: What Midnight Looks Like

Author: Gabriella Stark
last update publish date: 2026-06-04 07:33:51

Anastasia’s POV:

Lucas arrived at twelve forty seven.

I knew the exact time because I had been watching the clock in the way you watched clocks when you were trying not to think about what you were actually thinking about and the clock was the only neutral object in the room. My apartment felt different with the knowledge that he was coming. Smaller somehow. More aware of itself. I had straightened things that did not need straightening and made tea I had not drunk and stood at my window lookin
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