Mia awoke to the soft trill of her phone, the morning light filtering through the curtains in delicate streams.
A sleepy smile tugged at her lips as she reached over to pick up the call, her heart lifting when she saw Jeff's name on the screen.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Jeff's voice greeted her, his tone light and teasing.
"Morning," Mia responded, stretching languidly beneath the sheets.
She felt more alive today, the weight of the past seeming a little lighter. It seemed to her that every day she woke up in her parent's house without a worry about Henry, she felt better than the last.
"Slept well?" Jeff asked as he listened to her yawn.
"Too well. You?"
"Same here."
"What's going on over there? Any news from Shawn yet?" Mia asked since that was the only thing still bothering her. She wanted Jeff to leave there.
