I wake up to sunlight and the smell of coffee.
Adrian's side of the bed is empty but still warm. I can hear him moving around. The clink of mugs. The sound of the coffee maker. Domestic sounds that feel surreal after yesterday's darkness.
I stretch. Everything is pleasantly sore. Last night was exactly what we both needed. Connection. Intimacy. Proof that we're still alive. Still capable of creating something beautiful together.
I pull on one of his shirts and pad out to the kitchen. He's standing at the counter. Shirtless. Wearing just sweatpants. Making breakfast. Pancakes from the smell of it.
"You are cook?" I lean against the doorway. Admiring the view.
He turns. Smiles when he sees me. A real smile. The first one since the execution. "I do many things. You just haven't seen most
