The house was still draped in darkness when Monet woke—barely three hours after she’d finally drifted off. The alarm hadn’t rung yet, but her mind had pulled her out of sleep the moment it remembered: Mother Margaret had visited Richard. And no one told her. And Richard still hadn't said anything. Her stomach twisted.She sat up slowly, careful not to wake Richard. His arm was draped loosely around her waist, his face buried near her shoulder, breathing her in as though she anchored him even in sleep. Normally, that warmth would soothe her.This morning, it only made the ache sharper.She slipped out of bed quietly and padded to the bathroom, turning on the tap just enough to wash her face. The water was cool, calming, but it didn’t settle the storm.When she stepped back into the room, Richard was awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face. His hair was tousled, his voice thick with sleep.“You’re up early,” he murmured, observing her.“Couldn’t sleep,” Mon
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