Chris
Shayla sat at the kitchen counter, her laptop open as she reviewed some figures for her business. The sunlight streaming through the window caught her face, making her look calm and focused, but I could still see the weight she carried. Despite staying home more often and steering clear of public events, the tabloids hadn't let up, dragging both her and me into ridiculous narratives and work was more challenging from home at times as well. Despite it all she seemed to be glowing.
I set her coffee in front of her, and she glanced up, giving me a tired but grateful smile. "Thank you," she said softly, wrapping her hands around the mug.
I leaned against the counter, studying her for a moment. "How's everything looking?"