Before the early morning alarm began to ring, Lynda was already awake. The early morning, soft, pale blue glow was coming into her room from the window curtains, like it was carrying a secret it barely dared to tell.

She lay on her bed for a long time without any movement, looking at the ceiling, and listening to her own breathing.

There was a different feeling on her this morning, too aware, too careful, as if her lungs were thinking of her

Then her phone rang.

Marcus

Good morning sunshine, ...