Third Person P.O.V.
The morning sun filtered through the cabin window in delicate slants, brushing against the side of Mason’s sleeping face. He looked peaceful, calm—a quiet she had come to adore. Veronica sat on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through his hair. Her chest swelled with a false sense of contentment. This was what she had always wanted.
Their morning started like any couple living a quiet life in the woods. She stirred eggs on the stove while bacon sizzled beside them. Mason sat at the table, reading an old paperback she’d placed there the day before, his eyes skimming the page but absorbing nothing. Still, he looked the part. The devoted partner, waiting for breakfast with a sleepy smile.
"Toast or no toast?" she called.
He blinked up at her, nodding slowly. "T
