When I woke up, the bed was empty and cold. I swung my arm over the sheets, feeling for Rhett while I tried to pry open my sleepy eyes. But he wasn’t there. I wiped my eyes and forced them open.
Light streamed in through my bedroom window, and I could hear commotion downstairs. Rhett’s deep voice and Lily’s quiet, high-pitched voice reached my ears through the floor.
I didn’t even hear them get up. I stretched and made my way to join them. Lily was at the dining table facing me, swinging her feet while she happily munched on something.
“You’re making breakfast?” I asked and reached the kitchen, where Rhett was standing at the stove.
“Look! My pancake has a face!” Lily held up a golden cat face made of pancake. It had sliced strawberries for the pinks of its ears, a pink nose, with choc
