At dawn, the room was bathed in a soft, silver glow, and Delilah moved quietly through it, careful not to disturb Marco, who lay sprawled across his side of the bed, still fast asleep.
She had watched him come to bed late the night before, exhaustion written across his face.
His steady breathing now filled the quiet space, a gentle rhythm that made her pause by the edge of the bed, just looking at him for a moment.
After a beat, she turned and opened the drawer of her nightstand, reaching for the velvet-colored jewelry box tucked in the corner.
Inside, her golden wristwatch gleamed in the morning light. She slid it on, admiring the familiar weight of it around her wrist.
Turning back to Marco’s side of the bed, she couldn’t resist bending over to brush her lips against his forehead
