The next morning I took the stairs, my mind still lingering on the conversation with Edward. When I reached my desk, I noticed him standing there, figure unmistakable even from behind. What was he doing here? I thought while walking a bit slower, wondering why he was looking down at the little trinkets I kept on my desk. Mostly gifts from the people in the office. And a piece of clay Aiden made in his class.

"Edward?" I called out, stepping closer. He turned sharply as if caught off ...