Evan woke up the following morning to the smell of fresh coffee and pancakes. He got up, showered and dressed before stepping out of his room. His mum was in the kitchen and Alice was seated on one of the high stools that stood near the kitchen island cradling a cup of hot chocolate with her two hands.
“Good morning, Mr. Sterling,” Alice’s voice rang out in greeting. Evan smiled in reply, greeted his mum and turned back to look at her. She was still in the clothes he had picked out for her to sleep in and she really just looked like she just rolled out of bed. Her dishevelled hair fell to her shoulders and was hung loosely around her neck. Her lips were devoid of any lip balm or lipstick and Evan noticed her lower lips were pink while the upper had no colouring. It was the first time he
