Flurry of snow covered the branches all around.
It was deep winter.
Even at a quarter past ten in the morning, there was no sign of the sun outside. The cold chill made the world seem unreal, as if immersed in a dream.
Caleb Baker woke up early. He casually put on a loose black cashmere sweater. With its oversized shoulders and his slightly tousled black hair, he looked quite disheveled. His dark pupils still seemed foggy with remnants of sleep. He moved gently and cautiously, as if afraid to disturb the mound under the deep blue quilt.
He went downstairs.
Caleb glanced at the fireplace still burning.
A faint glow emanated from it.
He checked the time and flopped down onto the sofa, spreading out his long limbs. He leaned his head back, a hand rubbing his lower back.
"Hisss..."
As expected, it was bruised.
Yvonne Finley's due date was in sight.
Her temper had been on the rise and it was giving him a hard time.
Just last night.
