Adam woke up with a smile on his face.
It wasn't something he often did—hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd opened his eyes to this kind of warmth instead of the usual heaviness that had clung to him for months. But this morning was different. The air felt different.
Sofia was back.
He hadn't expected it, hadn't dared to hope for it, and yet the memory of her voice from last night had followed him into his dreams. Even the silence of the mansion seemed softer, less hollow.
He rolled out of bed earlier than usual, feeling the rare pull to do something for her. Not as Adam Ravenstrong, CEO. Not as the man weighed down by responsibilities. Just as her husband—if only for this morning.
Coffee. She loved coffee in the morning. He'd noticed it from the first week she moved in—the way her eyes would light up at the first sip, how she always cupped the mug with both hands like she was holding something precious.
