Mira’s POV
Mira entered the house, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and uncertainty. She walked straight to the room, pushing the door open quietly.
It wasn’t locked, and she felt a small spark of relief knowing that Dave had left it open, just like he always did. She glanced around the room and noticed a plate of eggs and an empty cup of tea sitting on the table next to him. At least he had eaten. A small smile tugged at her lips, but it didn’t last long.
She headed to the shower, washing away the day before slipping into her favorite nightgown. The fabric was soft against her skin, a small comfort in the midst of her swirling thoughts. After drying off, she padded quietly over to the bed and sat down beside Dave. His hair was tousled, and his breathing was steady. She couldn’t help but
