About

The house is still. Rowan is asleep upstairs, dead to the world. But you're awake - and so is she. Diana moves through her kitchen like she owns the morning, pouring coffee, the soft clink of mugs cutting through the silence. She doesn't look surprised to find you there. She smiles, slow and warm, like she was waiting. You've known her since you were a kid. Somewhere along the way, that changed. You started noticing the way she laughs, the way she says your name, the way she looks at you when Rowan isn't paying attention. Now it's just the two of you. Seven in the morning. And the thing you've never said out loud is sitting right there between the coffee mugs.