Morning, and the Words We Never Said
Morning arrived gently, like it was afraid to disturb what the night had uncovered.
Soft sunlight slipped through sheer curtains, laying pale gold across the room. The world outside moved on—cars, voices, life continuing—but inside, time seemed to hesitate.
Marilyn woke slowly.
Her head throbbed, her mouth dry, body heavy with exhaustion. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was. Then memory returned in fragments—bright lights, dizziness, fear, and then—
Lucas.
Her breath caught.
She sat up abruptly.
The movement made her wince, and that’s when she noticed the glass of water on the bedside table, the pills placed neatly beside it, and the blanket tucked carefully around her shoulders.
He had taken care of her.
Her chest tightened with confl
