Monday morning, one week after the move.
The house felt different with two people in it.
Not bigger. Fuller.
Kara’s mug was in the sink. Jon’s suit jacket was on the back of a kitchen chair. There was a plant on the windowsill that Kara swore she wasn’t going to kill this time.
Monday morning came too fast.
Kara’s alarm went off at 6:30 AM. She groaned into Jon’s shoulder.
“Morning,” Jon mumbled. Arm tightening around her. “Morning,” Kara said, Work, Jon sat up. “I know. I have meetings too.”
They moved around each other in the kitchen like they’d done this forever. Coffee. Toast. Jon took his pill. Kara double-checked. “Level?” she asked.
“Level,” Jon said. Kissed her forehead. “You driving me to work or am I driving you?”
“I’ve got the early shift,” Kara said. “You drop me
