*Sophie’s POV*
I was happy that Addy slept in the bed with me last night. Despite tossing, turning, and occasionally talking in her sleep, the night was quite comforting.
I was still traumatized by the recent events, but I was getting better each day. Yesterday was the first day I didn't look over my shoulder when leaving work.
I walked into the kitchen and smelled that Addy had made breakfast, but I didn't see her. I then walked toward the back of the cottage to the patio and noticed her setting the table.
"Oh, you are up. I hope I didn't wake you with my succulent smells of scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, avocado toast, and orange juice."
She waved her hands over the table like a chef presenting a masterful dish.
"To what do I owe this spread of delicious delicacies?" I rubbed my hands together and sat down at the table. An oak tree hovering over the patio provided a lovely shade.