The rest of the morning passed with such a softness that caught Lynda off guard. Softer than Lynda expected. After breakfast, Lukas excused himself to handle some work calls, which left Oliver and Lynda in the living room together. She straightened up the throw pillows, wiped down the coffee table, and then tugged the curtains wider so more sunlight poured in. It was odd; she did not feel watched today. There is no sense of being stalked to silenced. Instead, for once, she felt present. It was ...