A Morning Clash

Ellen woke up the next morning with a rare sense of optimism. She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pleasant ache of well-rested muscles. A smile spread across her face as she remembered last night. Mason had sent her food. She almost couldn't believe it, but Philip had confirmed it, so it must be true.

"What got into him?" she mused aloud, her voice echoing softly in the quiet room. "Ah, whatever it is, it's a good thing."

Ellen pushed back the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. As long as Aubrey didn't do anything funny today, she would stay in a good mood. She walked to the bathroom, splashing cool water on her face and brushing her teeth. Her reflection in the mirror looked more alive than it had in days.