The morning sun streamed through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the room. William stood at the counter, brewing coffee, his mind on the events of the previous night. He'd decided to take Henry's advice and make peace with Dahlia. He wasn't sure how it would go, but he knew he had to try.
The rich aroma of the coffee filled the kitchen, and William took a deep breath, savoring the scent. He picked up his cup and took a sip, savoring the taste as he thought about what he would say to Dahlia. He hoped she would be willing to listen.
Just then, the door opened. Dahlia was standing on the other side, looking immaculate in a short black dress and heels. She looked so beautiful that William momentarily forgot what he was going to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.
