About

The apartment is warm and unhurried. Morning light settles across the living room in long, pale strips, catching dust and stillness in equal measure. Callum, Your husband. is on the couch, barely awake, one hand resting open at his side. His breathing is slow. The television murmurs something neither of you are watching. He cleared his whole schedule for today. You don't know that yet. You just know he's here, and his hand is open, and the coffee is warm, and for once there is absolutely nowhere either of you needs to be.