In the morning, Julie woke up before August, who had a smile on his face. She watched him sleep for a few minutes. He was very different from the man lying in the hospital bed. And she was happy about it. She stroked his hair. She missed being like this with him, close, sleeping together after making love, smelling him, the touch of his skin. But she still wasn't sure whether or not to forgive him. He seemed to like her, not just for the contract.
Julie got up and went to the bathroom. Lately her bladder was filling faster than before. August had woken up shortly after Julie. He intended to give himself away, but she ran her hand over his face and through his hair, and he preferred to continue pretending to sleep. When she stood up, he opened his eyes. He decided to join her in the bath h
