“He explained the proper dosage out loud,” Daniel said, picking up a linen towel to wipe an invisible spot off the counter.

“Are you questioning me about a cup of tea now?”

I set the mug back down on the marble without taking a single sip.

“I am merely asking what I am putting into my body.”

“It’s chamomile and chamomile extract,” he said, taking my hand and rubbing his thumb over his gold wedding ring.

“You’re acting suspicious over nothing.”

I left the tea standing on the counter and walked up the carpeted stairs to the master bedroom alone.

The digital clock on the nightstand read eight fifteen when my eyes opened, the bright morning sun already pouring across the foot of the duvet.