Standing at the counter, Sophia stirred her tea, almost on autopilot, as fragmented recollections of the night before skipped through her mind. There was something in Victor's eyes, like all the burrs and rough edges had dulled into openness. Everything about him just seemed to be so different; she couldn't help but smile at the memory of their unplanned date. It was the first time since they got married that she felt that there really was a connection building between them, like walls around Victor were starting to break.
Just then, her phone buzzed with a message. And then her heart leaped. It was from Victor.
Victor: Good morning. I will be coming home early today. Let's dine out. I'll cook.
Sophia's eyes went wide with surprise. Victor cooking? She had not expected that. But the ide
