Morning light spilled through the glass walls, soft and pale, turning the room quiet and unreal. Sienna lay still beneath the sheets, listening to Noah move around. The sound of hangers. The zip of a bag. His low humming, calm and steady.
She kept her eyes closed.
She did not want to face the day. Not after the night she had barely survived.
Noah leaned down and kissed her cheek. Gentle. Careful. The way he always was.
"Morning, beautiful."
She opened her eyes and smiled because that was what she had learned to do.
"Morning."
"I'm heading into town," he said. "We need groceries. Wine. Flowers. I want today to be perfect."
Perfect. That word again. It followed her everywhere. Wrapped around her throat like silk. Tight. Pretty. Suffocating.
"That sounds good," sh
