The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, painting the living room in soft, muted hues.
Ethan pushed the door open quietly, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. His eyes fell on Maria-Isabel, curled up on the couch, her chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep.
A pang of guilt tugged at him. She had waited for him. Again. He stood there for a moment, his gaze lingering on her peaceful face, the way her dark hair fanned out against the cushion. He turned and made his way to the bedroom, his heart heavy.
Mara was still asleep when he entered, her body a soft silhouette under the sheets.
Ethan hesitated, then leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss so light it was almost a whisper. She stirred but didn't wake. He straightened, running a hand through his hair, and headed for the bathroom.
The sound of the shower soon filled the room, steam curling into the air like a ghost.
