The next morning, light filtered through the windows of the room, casting a soft glow across the floor all the way to the bed. The house was quiet, the faint sounds of birds chirping outside the only sign that life was moving forward. Mia woke slowly, her body aching with the combination of exhaustion and pleasure. The night had been intense, both physically and emotionally, and now that the adrenaline had faded, a deeper tiredness had settled in.
She shifted slightly, feeling Andrew's arm draped over her waist, his warmth a comforting presence beside her. For a brief moment, she let herself sink into the peace of it—the quiet hum of the morning, the feeling of being wrapped in his arms—but it didn't last. Her mind quickly drifted back to everything that had happened, to the Grangers, the raid, and the uncertainty that still lingered over them all.
