AVA’S POV
The first rays of morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, creating lines across our bedroom as I slowly opened my eyes.
For a moment, I simply lay there, listening.
Matthew’s slow, steady breathing filled the quiet room.
Still asleep.
Carefully, I lifted the blanket and slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb him. The old wooden floor creaked beneath my feet, and I froze, glancing over my shoulder.
Matthew shifted slightly before settling back into sleep.
I smiled to myself.
“Close one,” I whispered.
Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I quietly padded toward the bathroom and gently closed the door behind me.
The silence suddenly felt much louder.
I leaned against the sink and stared at my reflection.
The promise I’d made to myself last night echoe
