Morning Ignorance
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows as Eric settled into his seat, coffee in hand, acting as if nothing was amiss.
The aroma of breakfast surrounded us, but my mind was elsewhere. “Did you sleep well?” he asked, like everything was utterly normal.
I nodded, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. He didn’t seem to notice—or maybe he didn’t want to.
It was amazing how easily some people could mask their true selves with a simple routine.