Ellie woke when the front door clicked shut, sitting upright with wide eyes. A blanket covered her and she was still dressed.
Early morning light streamed through the windows. The storms were gone, leaving clear skies through the gaps between buildings. A lamp was on, so the power was back. She dropped her feet onto the floor, waiting for a headache, or worse, from so much wine last night. But none came, and her mind was clear. In fact, this was the first time she’d woken without battling exhaustion.
When Ellie opened the front door the hallway was empty. Why had he left without waking her? She cast her mind back. They’d not argued, but emotions had run high. Cooking for Ben, sharing a table with him, touched a part of her heart she’d long buried. The stirring of memories was not what sh
