Chapter 77

6:00 a.m.

The morning light slipped quietly through the curtains, bathing the bedroom in a soft, sleepy glow. Calla stirred first.

Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with unshed sleep, but her mind was already racing. She stayed still for a moment, just listening to the birds, to the faint ticking of the clock on the wall, and to the soft, steady breathing of her husband lying beside her.

He was aslee