Saturday Morning

Andrea woke up to sunlight streaming through her bedroom window and the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand.

She reached for it, squinting at the screen.

Mindy: Morning! Picking you up in an hour. Grandma's expecting us at noon. Don't be late!

Andrea groaned as she sat up, Henry’s whisper still echoing in her mind. I want you. She shoved the covers aside. “Stop thinking about that arrogant man.”

A few minutes later, she pulled on dark jeans and a soft beige sweater, tying her hair into a simple ponytail. By the time Mindy knocked on her door forty-five minutes later, Andrea was ready.

"Morning, sunshine,"...