Mara
I didn’t think I would realise it that morning.
There was no big speech.
No cinematic moment.
No dramatic music playing in the background.
Just a normal Tuesday.
Coffee going cold.
And Cole standing at the sink washing syrup off a pan like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Which was funny.
Because nothing about him was normal.
Lily had already run off to brush her teeth. I could hear her off-key singing echoing from the hallway.
Cole glanced over his shoulder, a stray dark curl falling over his forehead..
Cole glanced over his shoulder.
“She always this loud in the morning?” he asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Impressive stamina.”
“Wait until bedtime,” I warned. “Then she suddenly becomes a philosopher.”
He chuckled.
Which gave me comfort.
I leaned against the co
