Morning sunlight crept through the curtains and pooled across the bedroom floor in soft golden bands. Sienna rolled over beneath the covers, letting out a contented sigh as she burrowed deeper into the warmth. Her breathing was still slow, unhurried, her body unwilling to surrender the last traces of sleep.
Down the hall, Dominic had already been up for the better part of an hour. He moved through the kitchen with quiet efficiency, cracking eggs into a heated pan, adjusting the flame beneath the skillet until each one sizzled at just the right tempo. The toast was already browning, and the faint aroma of fresh coffee drifted through the apartment. He'd made enough for the whole household, the way he always did, though he never made a fuss about it.
He was sliding the last fried egg onto
