Morning came too early.
I walked into the dining room, lighter than I had been in weeks. There was a strange feeling of peace carried over from the night before's conversation. Maybe things were shifting. Maybe Adam and I had finally reached some understanding.
But that feeling was fleeting. I sensed something change when he walked into the room.
He sat at the head of the table, and started to make his coffee, but when our eyes met, I knew something was amiss.
The coals from last night had died. His eyes were cold, the walls were up and higher than ever before.
"Good morning," I tried, feeling my way.
He didn't glance up. "Morning."
There was something in his tone that sent shivers down my spine.
I pulled out a chair, watching him. "Did you sleep all right?"
He finally looked at m
