“Read through the itineraries tonight,” he said.

“I need to confirm the booking deposit by tomorrow morning.”

At midnight the house was completely dark except for the small reading lamp on my side of the bed.

Richard was asleep, breathing softly and evenly into his pillow.

I sat up against the headboard with the cruise brochures spread across the white duvet.

The glossy pages felt heavy and expensive under my fingers.

I read through the list of scheduled ports.