After a tumultuous night, Joyce Monroe was utterly exhausted. By the time she got in the car to leave, the eastern sky was already beginning to lighten…
The winter mist was heavy, shrouding the sky in a hazy gray. Joyce had wanted to watch the sunrise before leaving, but now, it looked like that wouldn't be possible.
"Silas, let me treat you to breakfast?" Joyce Monroe proposed.
"Okay."
Silas Thorne drove down the mountain, following the winding road. Joyce Monroe leaned back in her seat, yawning several times, until—
The car rounded a bend,
and golden-red light instantly flooded the cabin. The morning sun was rising, painting half the sky in fiery hues. A delighted smile lit up Joyce's face as she turned to Silas Thorne. "The sun's coming out!"
"Mm." A smile touched Silas Thorne's lips as he replied softly, stealing a glance at her from the corner of his eye.
Joyce Monroe was completely bathed in the morning light, her eyes filled with its brilliance.
