Franz found her in the kitchen an hour after they woke.
She was already dressed. Cream sweater. Tailored charcoal pants. Hair pinned up with a few loose strands. Her coffee was made. One teaspoon of creamer, no sugar. He didn't know when she had started trusting him to make it without being asked.
He poured his coffee. Leaned against the counter beside her. The ache in his shoulder from last night was still there. He didn't mind it.
Breakfast was quiet. Toast. Eggs. They ate standing at the counter, shoulders occasionally brushing. Neither moved to create more distance.
Franz set his plate in the sink.
"The twins are gone until tomorrow."
"I'm aware."
"No work calls. You promised."
Arianne reached for her cup. "I haven't reached for my tablet once."
He looked at her hands. Empty. No phone. No binder. Just the mug.
"I noticed."
He paused.
"Have you ever watched The Second Cut?"
She raised an eyebrow. "Noah Hart's medical show?"
