Where To Begin

The tap was dripping behind us in the kitchen. I must’ve not turned it off properly. The sound filled the silence like a metronome for everything neither of us was saying at the moment. Victor hadn’t spoken again since he told me about the curse, and strangely, I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to take his time—whatever time he needed. No rush. No pressure.

Because honestly, I didn’t even know wh