He woke with his arm draped over Molly, who slept soundly in the bed next to him. He smiled. After a long shower, he got dressed and found her in the kitchen, nibbling on a piece of dry toast, her head raised, her eyes staring into space. Mike stepped up behind her and tried to see what held her attention. It was one of Vickie’s paintings. He leaned over and planted a light kiss on her forehead. “Good morning,” he whispered. “Good morning,” she said. He placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping she could feel his love. Her head drooped. “Want me to make some breakfast?” he asked. “No.” She shook her head. “Thanks.” “It’s no problem. I’m gonna scramble some eggs anyway.” “I’m not really hungry,” she said. “Okay.” Let me do something for you.
