MICHAEL

Should I stop?

What if she says no? All these thoughts run through my mind but I'd do it all the same.

A light flickers in the kitchen as the clock ticks past midnight.

King finally goes to bed in his room after declaring he wants pancakes by morning. I watch in silence as she moves around in her robe barefootedly.

A warm scent drifts through the air, rising from a cup. Steam curls upward, carrying hints of leaf and warmth.

She looks peaceful.

Standing by the sink, she looks down at the screen. Her fingers move across it slow. Then my voice cuts the quiet. That is when...