Lukas woke up before the alarm. The room was still dark, the kind of darkness that made thoughts louder. He lay there, flat on his back, eyes tracing the ceiling, just listening to Lynda breathe beside him. Her breathing sounded light, a little uneven. Even asleep, she could not quite let go of tension. Turning his head, slow and careful, he watched her for a moment. There was a time watching her sleep used to give him peace. Now, it just left him with questions. He slid quietly out of bed, ...