She woke with a gasp on her couch. Her hand already holding the knife. She looked at it for a moment and then dropped it, letting it fall to the floor.
Bell took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart.
The alarm on her phone sounded, and before she even had a chance to turn it off, the phone was ringing.
The image on display was of Galen lying in bed, a sleepy smile on his face. Bell let out a soft happy sob.
She quickly wiped away the tears and cleared her throat. She took a deep breath and sat a little straighter as she answered the call.
“Well, someone is eager to chat with me today,” she smiled into the phone.
“Always,” he smiled back. “I couldn’t wait to hear your voice.”
“Well, here it is,” she chuckled. “Should I recite a poem? Perhaps read you a bedtime story?”
“A bedtime story sounds nice,” he replied with a playful flirtation in his tone.
“Hmm… I don’t think I have any books on my shelf that would match the expectation in your tone,” she laughed.
