She didn’t wake up for a long time, and when she finally woke, she didn’t move. The room was quiet except for his heartbeat and his breathing, and she listened to them as she slowly gained consciousness. They didn’t get to wake up peacefully very often these days; she wanted to enjoy one of the few times it happened.

At length, though, she forced herself to shift and look him over. He hadn’t been murdered during the night; that was good. “Morning.”