Viola woke at the first light of dawn and subconsciously rolled over on the bed, instinctively seeking the warmth of the body she remembered from the night before, but her hand met nothing but a cold, empty space beside her. Her eyes opened slowly to the dimmed room. She rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling without blinking, replaying the events of the night and everything that had come before it.
Remembering how Sebastian had cooked her ginger and honey porridge, something funny stirred inside her and it shifted within the walls of her chest. She raised her hand and pressed it against her heart, feeling it throbbing steadily beneath her palm.
