Birds chirped at the open window, while a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains. Marc Junior sat there with Hershey sleeping in his arms. He smiled and thought he looked like her in high-school. The way her body seemed to curl around him, like a cat. He brushed some of her hair from her forehead, only to see her closed lids and relaxed mouth as she slept peacefully. He couldn't understand how he didn't snore. How his body seemed to move together in unison whenever she slept.

His eyes dropped to her chest as he watched her take a deep breath and then exhale. Her chest rises and falls with every...