Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, spilling across the room in warm, golden streaks that stretched lazily across the floor and crept toward the bed.
Sonia stirred.
Her lashes fluttered gently before her eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the soft brightness that filled the room.
For a brief moment, she remained still, suspended between sleep and reality, her mind hazy as she tried to piece together where she was and what had changed.
Then the memory of last night came rushing back, and her lips curved almost immediately.
She shifted slightly on the bed, her hand brushing against the empty space beside her.
The warmth that had once lingered there had long faded, leaving only a faint impression, the scent of his body as an echo of someone who had been there not too long ago.
Kelvin was gone. Of course he was and Sonia had expected as much.
