Sam's morning routine was usually:
- Wake up at dawn
- Make a cup of tea
- Pet Mia and read a book
After that, he could go to his shop, or out to do errands, or stay in and work on his projects. Since Nate had begun to live with him he had begun to say good morning to him every so often, but other than that he continued in the way he had for years.
This morning, however, he did not come down stairs. Not even when Mia, wondering where her breakfast was, came meowing up to the door and then to his bed, where he laid curled up, crying into his hands. Loud, incoherent sobs, so much distress in them that even a hungry cat stopped her wailing and instead just curled up at his feet.
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
