Driven point of View
Driven stirred awake as the first rays of Monday morning sunlight filtered through the curtains. For a moment, he lay there, enjoying the warmth of the bed. Then he reached across the mattress, expecting to find Braire beside him. His hand met only cool, empty sheets.
He opened his eyes and glanced toward her side of the bed. It was empty. A faint smile tugged at his lips when he caught a familiar scent—the unmistakable aroma of bacon frying and fresh coffee brewing. Braire was already up.
Driven sat up and stretched before climbing out of bed. The house was quiet except for distant sounds coming from the kitchen. He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Hot water cascaded over him as he stood beneath it, letting the warmth ease the last traces o
