Chloe watched Tony from her favourite chair at the table.
He looked tired. He was usually so chipper in the morning.
For 25 years, he’d awoken earlier than her. Prepared breakfast.
Chloe could smell eggs and bacon frying, hear fat spitting.
Sliding food from pan to plate, Tony dropped the pan into the sink.
The dishes are a little out of control, Chloe thought.
With a heartfelt sigh, Tony thumped his plate of food on the table.
He reached a hand toward Chloe. She felt his energy pass through her. And smiled.