I woke up the next morning feeling lighter than I had in months.
Not happy exactly. Not resolved. Just lighter, the specific feeling of a woman who had put down something heavy and was still getting used to the absence of the weight.
I made tea.
I sat at Angela's table.
I waited for my phone to light up.
It didn't.
I told myself it was early. He was probably sleeping. Normal people slept past six in the morning and Luca Carver was many things but he was still a person who needed sleep like everyone else.
I drank my tea.
I made Eli's breakfast.
I read a book for twenty minutes while Eli ate and told Angela about a dream he'd had involving Captain bear and a very large cake.
My phone stayed dark.
By ten o'clock something small and uncomfortable had settled in my chest.
Not worry.
