The morning sun peeking through the blinds woke me up from my sleep.
James walked in just in time, looking sharper and brighter than I had seen him in a while.
"Hey, Darling. You rested so well", he said, smiling.
I nodded.
"I'm running with Adrian to work today, and I made you breakfast, he said enthusiastically.
"Hmmm, thanks" I said.
He gave me a quick peck on the cheek and headed out the door.
"See you later, love", he called back.
Okay.
I was right, something is definitely off.
I walked downstairs after I brushed my teeth with the aroma of brewed coffee and toast wafting up to greet me.
My eyes landed on a piece of paper on the table. It had James' handwriting.
The note read: Eat up and rest well for "us, Darling".
Now, who's the 'us??
The note seemed innocent enough, a
