Chapter 50

Mr. Cruz slowly stirred from his sleep, blinking his eyes open to the soft morning light streaming through the bedroom window. As he stretched his arms and sat up, he couldn't help but notice the absence of his wife, Mrs. Willows, by his side. He furrowed his brow, wondering where she might be at such an early hour.

Curiosity piqued, Mr. Cruz swung his legs over the side of the bed and made his way downstairs, following the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee that wafted through the air. As he entered the kitchen, he found Mrs. Willows standing near the counter, a steaming cup of coffee in her hands.

"Good morning, darling," Mr. Cruz greeted her with a warm smile. "What are you doing so early?"

Mrs. Willows turned to face him, her expression a mix of exhaustion and concern. She set down her cup and sighed heavily. "Good morning, Cruz. I couldn't sleep well last night, so I thought I'd come down and make myself a cup of coffee."

Concerned by her weary demeanor, Mr. Cruz walked over