The knock came early the next day. It wasn't very loud, neither was it ushed. It was just steady enough to pull Bella from sleep.
She stirred, confused at first, then slowly aware. The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed early in the morning.
She glanced at the clock and frowned. It was barely past 7 in the morning. For a brief second, worry crept in. No one knocked this early without a reason. She told herself.
She slipped out of bed carefully, her movements slow and quiet so she wouldn't wake Timothy. As she padded down the hallway, her heart picked up speed for reasons she couldn't explain yet.
When she opened the door, her breath caught when she saw Jake standing there.
Fresh, like he hadn't just rolled out of bed. His hair was slightly damp, his clothes simple, his posture relaxed but purposeful. He looked like a man who had made a decision and was standing firmly inside it.
For a heartbeat, Bella simply stared at him.
