Guarded Thoughts

The next day, Elena woke to the soft hum of Rowan’s voice, his little song about trucks and dinosaurs drifting from the living room.

The clock showed 6:30 a.m. Why is he up so early?

Her body ached with the weight of yesterday's activities, but Rowan’s giggles were like a spark, pulling her out of bed.

He had told him yesterday that Eleanor Sterling was her boss, it wasn't a lie and it wasn't e