THE SUN IS SLANTED AND COLORED SCARLET when Casselba awakes. The slivers of it sifter through the curtains whispering in with the rushing breeze from large open windows.
An autumn wind, a bit cold and soothing on the skin.
Casselba lifts a hand to her hair as she sits up on the bed. With a gentle rove over her face, she takes back the curls of brown that appeared to have fallen over her face during sleep. The ringlets are a flattened bed on one side of her head. When her fingers move through the wave, they come undone and slip back. She quickly knots it up into a messy bun.
More curls of it fall to frame her cheeks and tickle her jaw as she pushes away from the sheets. The large bed is empty and clearly, Caden and Ryan are not in the room. The only sound in the Masters bedroom comes from the whispers of her own breathing.
