Mrs David Pov

The cold had settled in. It wasn’t just in the wind outside or in the pale afternoon light slipping through the blinds, it was in my bones. In the quiet that had hung in this house lately like an extra layer of frost.

I wrapped my shawl tighter around me and went into the kitchen. The tiles were biting into my heels, and I moved slowly, rubbing my hands together to warm them.

What I needed was coffee. Cappuccino, specifically.

Something creamy and warm, like ...