The morning that followed was gray in the muted, suspended way of a New York winter sky. Bella woke up earlier than she was used to, her body vibrating with the emotional tug-of-war of the night before. She replayed every moment in her mind — the still room, the city lights, Julian’s voice low and thoughtful beside her, the warmth in his eyes when he’d said that he was glad she was here.
She covered her face with her hands.
Stop thinking about it.
Easier said than done.
She dressed in a hurry and wandered into the kitchen, hoping to clear her head. Maria was already there, humming quietly as she minced herbs. There was the aroma of fresh basil and hot bread on a breeze.
"Good morning, my dear," Maria said with a smile.
“Morning.”
“You’re up early.”
Bella shrugged, as if trying to p
