The light in the apartment was soft when Willow opened her eyes, the kind of quiet early light that never announced itself with fanfare. It slipped through the blinds in pale, gentle stripes, warming the edge of the sofa where she'd fallen asleep. She didn't move for a moment. Her body felt heavy but rested, her breathing slow in a way it hadn't been in weeks. For a few seconds she thought she was alone, waking into the familiar hush of her routine.
Then she realized she wasn't.
