The morning was so quiet. It was just me, Carson, and the soft sunlight filling the living room. I hadn’t felt this calm in weeks, maybe months.
I stretched on the couch, barefoot and wrapped in one of Carson’s soft shirts. Carson walked in from the kitchen, holding two mugs.
“One with milk, just the way you like,” he said, handing it to me.
I smiled. “You always remember,"I said.
“I try,” he replied, sitting beside me.
We didn’t speak for a moment. We just drank slowly, letting the peace cover us like a blanket.
Then he looked at me.
“You look different today,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow. “Different how?"I asked.
He leaned back and smiled. “Softer. Lighter. Like you finally took a breath,”he replied.
I smiled a little. “Maybe I did. Maybe it’s the first time in a long while th
