Morning arrived without urgency.
It didn’t rush them awake or demand their attention with a harsh glare. Instead, it simply slipped in through the edges of the room, pale and quiet, resting softly against the walls like a guest who didn’t want to disturb what already felt fragile and rare. The light was milky and filtered, catching the small motes of dust dancing in the stillness of the bedroom.
Leo woke first.
For a long moment, he stayed perfectly still—afraid that even the smallest movement might break the invisible peace that had finally settled over them. Amelia was close to him, her back turned, her body a comforting weight against the cool sheets. Her breathing was slow and rhythmic, a soft lullaby in the quiet room. One arm was tucked beneath the pillow, while the other rest
