"I'm just heading to the kitchen. Give me a moment," Tasha informed Carson.
"Sure," he responded.
Before leaving him under the mango tree, Tasha even gave Carson a gentle shoulder massage. They loved this spot for their breakfasts. The table was already set with their food, since they enjoyed their meal together.
That morning, Carson sensed that something was missing, and he didn't want to keep it from his wife, especially for a few days.
When Tasha returned, she carefully placed a cup of coffee next to him. Carson glanced at it, his facial expression showing curiosity.
"Do you already miss it?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Not yet. It's like I don't crave coffee anymore. Let's eat," he added, smiling at Tasha.
As he reached out for her hand, he looked at his wife.
"I told you it
