*Roanne’s POV*

The early morning light had yet to fully claim the sky, a dim blue that hinted at the day ahead. I was still wrapped in the cocoon of my sheets when the sound of a soft knock roused me from the edge of sleep. I managed to force myself to get up, and walked towards the main entrance. There, Michael stood at the threshold, his presence a silent yet commanding declaration, a breakfast tray in hand.

"Thought you'd like some fuel for the brain," he ...