Chapter 36 : “Disappointment”
*Roanne’s POV*
The early morning light had yet to fully claim the sky, a dim blue that hinted at the day ahead. I was still wrapped in the cocoon of my sheets when the sound of a soft knock roused me from the edge of sleep. I managed to force myself to get up, and walked towards the main entrance. There, Michael stood at the threshold, his presence a silent yet commanding declaration, a breakfast tray in hand.
"Thought you'd like some fuel for the brain," he said, the corners of his mouth tilting up ever-so-slightly.
"Michael," I murmured, surprise lacing my groggy voice. He crossed the room, setting the tray down on the table with a gentleness that belied his stature. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of buttery croissants, waking me up quickly.