28: Soon to be broken

MADELINE

I experienced a familiar melody as I emerged from a state resembling a coma. The Spanish guitar music flowed through my mind, its beauty resonating within me. Descending the stairs at a leisurely pace, I relished in the sound for a precious few moments, savoring my own company. Gone were the disheveled shorts and oversized shirt; now clad in a fluffy robe, I felt a semblance of femininity.

Even before entering the kitchen, the enticing aromas aroused my appetite, causing my mouth to water and my stomach to rumble. I hadn't realized just how hungry I was. The air was filled with the incredible scents of garlic, tomatoes, cilantro, and what seemed to be steak. Standing in the doorway, I observed him. He had changed his attire, now wearing tight black jeans and a fitting red polo that complemented him well.

And he was humming.

This was unlike him, and the contrast fascinated me, especially considering the presence of a gun discreetly tucked beneath his belt at the small of hi