The only sound in the bedroom was the soft, rhythmic breathing of Astor beside me when l woke up.
Last night had been amazing. It felt like we had glued some of the broken pieces of our relationship back together. But I knew the sun was coming up soon, and with the sun, the problems would come back. The secrets, the lies, and Annabelle would all be waiting for us.
I rolled over and shook Astor’s shoulder.
"Astor," I whispered. "Wake up."
He groaned. He pulled the pillow over his head. "Go away. It's still early."
"It is morning," I said.
"Faith," he grumbled. "Why are you awake? Did the house catch on fire?"
"No," I said. "But we need to talk."
He sighed and sat up, rubbing his face. "Can't we talk later? After coffee? After a few more hours of sleep?"
"No," I said firmly.
I sat
