A week had passed since Raelynn had made her request, and to her surprise, Elion had honored it without fail. Every day, he shared one fact about himself—sometimes something trivial, other times something unexpectedly personal. It started with the basics: where he was born, his favorite food, his preferred way to take his coffee.
Then, as the days went on, the details grew more intimate. His pet peeves. His favorite animal. His shoe and clothing sizes. Raelynn never thought she would have such familiarity with him, and yet, here they were—an odd, almost domestic routine forming between them.
But it wasn't just the daily exchange of facts that changed things. Each night, before they went to bed, Elion taught her to play the piano.
