C90 Chapter 90

Medora

Monday mornings were always a blur of movement.

I woke up to Clyde stretching beside me, his arm slung lazily over my waist, his body warm against mine. But there wasn’t time to stay in bed. Bronwyn had school. Clyde had work. And I had patients to see.

So, I pulled away from him, ignoring his sleepy groan of protest, and went to wake Bronwyn.

“Come on, baby,” I whispered