Marcello's POV
I lay there. The sparks and the feeling of warmth are all replaced by anger.
I look at my wife next to me, she is still wide awake. Something in the air shifts.
The clock reads 5 a.m.
"Get up," I said a little more louder than I intended.
She gets up all at once; like she was sitting on a compressed spring and it sprung.
"Sausage, over easy eggs, roasted tomatoes, beans, and a pastrami sandwich. On the table in 10 minutes." I say turning around to face my back to her.
I don't hear footsteps, which angers me a lot more. My instructions were clear.
"MOUSE!!!! I told.." When I turn back to face her she is not in the room.
"How did she do that, no one has ever been able to sneak past me. Ever. I have sharp ears. I can hear a pin drop in the most noisy places. yet i
