In Davis's bedroom, everything remained still. The heavy curtains were tightly drawn, blocking out the light and wrapping the room in a cocoon of calmness. Jessica lay curled against Davis, her breathing slow and steady. She was completely exhausted, almost out of herself.
Their phones, placed on the bedside table, blinked silently—lights flashing with message after message—reminders, updates, reports.
But no sound disturbed the silence. Davis had turned off all alerts before lying in bed that morning. He didn't want anything to wake her. Not today.
She had looked too tired and drained, with the signs clearly visible in her red eyes and the dark circles beneath them. The sigh of relief she gave earlier after they finished discussing the plans for the day had been alarming. She had slumped back in the chair, and he could see how deeply worn out she was.
