The sun was shining bright when l woke up. I didn't wake up with a heavy feeling in my heart. I didn't wake up angry at my life. I woke up feeling happy.
I turned my head slowly on the soft pillow. My neck was still a little stiff, but the sharp pain in my ribs had turned into a dull ache.
Luca was still asleep beside me.
He was lying on his stomach, his face turned toward me. His arm was stretched out, his hand resting just inches away from mine. In the morning light, he didn't look like the scary, powerful hockey captain the world saw. He looked like a man in peace. His breathing was deep and slow.
I watched him for a long time. I looked at the way his dark hair was messy against the pillow. I looked at the strong line of his jaw. I realized that for the last week, this man has been
