Damon's POV
The morning sun streamed through the kitchen windows as I walked in to find Maya already bustling about, the breakfast table perfectly set. Her energy was infectious, a lightness to her movements that warmed my heart. This carefree version of her was a treasure to behold.
"What's on the agenda for today, little one?" I asked, mentally planning a day enjoying the sunshine with my beautiful girlfriend.
Spreading jelly across her toast with deliberate precision, Maya replied, "First, I'd like to read the note my friend gave me yesterday—the one you confiscated, detective."
I feigned ignorance. "Note? What note?"
Her eyes met mine with that knowing look. "Damon, are we going to revisit our conversation about trust again?" The seriousness in her tone told me she wasn't playing around.
