Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor of the spacious bedroom. The clock hanging deftly on the wall struck 10 AM, yet the occupants of the bedroom remained in deep slumber.
The tense air surrounding them several hours ago had settled into silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic rise and fall of the duo's steady breathing.
Jessica lay curled up beside Davis, her head resting gently against his chest, his arm protectively around her.
Their faces bore traces of fatigue, with dark shadows beneath their eyes, brows furrowed slightly from the residual weight of the night's danger.
But now, in the soft glow of the quiet morning, they looked peaceful and safe together.
A faint vibration on the bedside table buzzed insistently. It was Jessica's phone followed by the second device—Davis's phone, also on the table, buzzing with notifications piled up, lighting the screens one after another. News alerts. Missed calls. Messages.
