When Mia wakes up the next morning, sunlight filtering gently over the bed, she turns over to see Elon. He’s propped up on his elbow, watching her with a soft expression.

“Good morning. Have you been up long?” Mia asks, sleep still strong in her voice.

Elon shrugs, reaching out to run his hands through Mia’s hair. “I wanted to be up by the time you woke up, just in case.”

Mia’s heart throbs dully. “Just in case I ...