“I’ll get them in the morning.”

I got up from the bed without making a sound in my thick wool socks.

My dark blue cardigan was still hanging on the wooden coat tree by the front entrance, where I had left it after getting back from the diner earlier in the week.

I stepped quietly out of the guest room into the dim living room.

The large TV screen was off, but the quartz counters in the open kitchen glowed brightly under the low halogen lights.

Mark stood at the kitchen island with his back turned, pouring white wine from a green bottle into two tall glasses.