Zane isn't exactly the type to sit down and talk about his feelings over coffee.
Once I'm done, I carry the plate over to the sink.
"Thank you again," I tell Martha.
She smiles faintly at me.
"You're welcome, dear."
I leave the kitchen and wander upstairs again. The house feels unusually quiet today... maybe it's just in my head.
By the time I reach the bedroom, the weight of the morning is starting to settle into my bones so I i kick off my shoes and collapse back onto the bed..... Just for a minute, I tell myself.
The mattress is warm from earlier, and the quiet of the house wraps around me like a blanket. Before I realize it, my eyes clos and I drift off into a dreamless street.
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When I wake up again, sunlight has shifted across the room.
I squint toward the window, the light is brighter now, more direct.
It's Midday, probably.
I sit up slowly, rubbing my face and for a few seconds my brain feels slow and foggy.
