By the time the oatmeal was ready, she had finished her coffee and rinsed out the mug. She dished two bowls of oatmeal, adding a little bit of sugar. She then slowly went down the hall to Oliver’s bedroom, carrying both bowls of oatmeal. She walked into the room, Oliver was awake and sitting uptight in bed, partially covered by his dark grey bedding. The lightning coming from the window cast gentle shadows across his face and upper body. His posture was slightly leaning back against the headboard. His shoulders are relaxing, and one hand lightly grips the edge of the blanket near his waist. His head is turned to the side, gazing at the space where Harper used to be asleep. There was a flutter in her stomach at the thought that he was looking for her first thing in the morning. As soon as O
