That night, Simone’s sleep was the most peaceful it had been in a while. Not only was she sleeping in the arms of the man she loved – which was a blessing in itself for sure – but it also felt as if she was worry-free at long last.
Old Mrs Atkins had breathed a sigh of relief when she learned that the stalker wasn’t her nephew. Simone could understand the sentiment all too well. Indeed, even though her landlady hadn’t hesitated to tell William that whatever was meant to be would be, she was still a loving aunt.
There was no doubt in Simone’s mind that she wasn’t the only one to go to sleep easily that night.
Upon coming to her senses in the morning, she realized that although William woke up early, as per usual, he didn’t leave the bed and start preparing them a breakfast or anything of
