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Chapter 17 - The Morning Coffee

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Waking up without the suffocating weight of dread was an entirely new experience for Richard. For the last two years, mornings in the city were defined by loud traffic, the frantic buzzing of his corporate phone, and the terrifying uncertainty of what mood his ex-wife would be in when she finally woke up.

But here, the silence was profound.

Richard walked into the kitchen at six in the morning, wearing comfortable sweatpants and a simple grey t-shirt. The sun was just beginning to peek over the rolling green hills, casting a pink and orange glow across the horizon. Clara was already awake, standing by the stove as the coffee percolator hissed gently.

ā€œGood morning, Mr. Sterling,ā€ Clara said quietly, pouring a steaming cup of dark roast and sliding it across the butcher block toward him.

ā€œGood morning, Clara. And please, out here, just call me Richard.ā€

Clara smiled warmly, taking a sip from her own mug.

ā€œIt is so quiet here, Richard,ā€ she noted, looking out the window at the dew-covered grass. ā€œI walked the perimeter of the gardens this morning. No sirens. No yelling. Just the birds.ā€

ā€œIt takes some getting used to,ā€ Richard admitted, wrapping his hands around the warm ceramic mug. ā€œI keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. I keep waiting for my phone to ring with my lawyer telling me there has been another emergency filing.ā€

ā€œYou must let that fear go,ā€ Clara advised gently, her tone motherly and stern all at once.

ā€œThe judge’s ruling was absolute. She has no legal right to come within a hundred miles of Leo. You won the war, Richard. Now, you must permit yourself to enjoy the peace.ā€

ā€œYou are right, Clara,ā€ Richard sighed, feeling the last knots of tension in his shoulders slowly begin to untangle.

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ā€œLeo slept through the entire night,ā€ Clara added happily. ā€œNo nightmares. No waking up crying. He feels secure here.ā€

Richard looked toward the hallway that led to his son’s bedroom. He took a long, satisfying sip of his coffee. The war was indeed over. It was time to start living.

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