The moon hung low tonight, too close, too bright almost like it was watching and listening as its soft light made its way through the windows, bathing the room in a calm silver glow, while the fire crackled softly in the stone fireplace making everywhere warm.

I gently and carefully used my fingers to brush her beautiful chestnut brown hair away from her face as I watched her breathe in and out in a sweet rhythm as I continued staring at her beautiful face.

'You think we should tell her ...