Janette's Point Of View

Morning light filtered through the curtains, and I woke to the smell of bacon frying. Mark was at the stove, humming off-key, his back to me in just boxers and a t-shirt. I smiled despite everything, slipping out of bed to wrap my arms around him from behind. 'You're up early.'

He turned, kissing my temple. 'Wanted to make you breakfast. Big day ahead. I'm meeting with the team on that project.' His hands settled on my hips, warm and familiar. For a second, the ...