My morning routine was a ritual. I would wake up and lie in the bed for about 40 minutes and contemplate nothing. I then would get up with grogginess engulfing my body and get a clean T-shirt and clean underwear. This morning it would be a white T-shirt left behind by one of my intimate strangers. Don't get me wrong, I normally didn't have anyone over because I was a reserved person. Like I had said, I had a routine; a ritual. My favorite part of the morning was coming up as I walked into the kitchen. Coffee. Always fresh ground coffee, specifically Eight O'clock. While waiting for my coffee to brew I searched for my cigarettes. An addiction that always soothed me, even on my worse days. And was incorporated into my morning ritual. Make coffee, step outside, smoke my cigarette. Some mornings it would be two, depending on the cravings I would have. Particularly this morning was cold and bright. I would need a robe and socks because of the brisk harsh wind blowing. After sighing and setting my warm fresh cup of coffee and unlit cigarette I stepped inside of my studio apartment. I always had a tendency to daydream. No matter where I would be stuck in my own head, my own thoughts. Like now I was stuck inside of my own head until I husky dark voice struck me out of them. "Annalise." I looked up quickly and immediately saw who I had been running from for 4 years. My breath had hitched and at that moment I realized my daily routine would be disrupted by Julian.