Kathryn’s Point of View
It's still early morning, the first rays of sunshine filtering into the kitchen.
I watch the sun rise as I wait for the kettle. As soon as it clicks off, I start to pour water into two mugs.
Elijah saunters into the kitchen, giving me a small smirk and a soft kiss to the head before he sits down at the table.
"Well, you look like you fought your pillow all night and lost."
I say as I put down his steaming mug of coffee in front of him before sitting down at the table myself. He gives me a tired smile and runs his hand through his hair.
"I'm too afraid to sleep. I don't want to miss a call. Every time my phone lights up I think it might be her. Or Ruiz."
I nod my head slowly, staring down at the steam swirling from my coffee.
"I know, me too."
We sit in s
