Sweet Relief

HAZEL

I wipe my hands on a dish towel and head back towards the living room, a small smile tugging at my lips. The smell of breakfast still lingers in the air. Daphne has been surprisingly easy to talk to while we cooked.

"Cade, breakfast is ready—" I start, stepping into the room.

The words die in my throat.

He's lying on his stomach on the couch, one arm hanging limply off the edge, his