Marie

Intro The aroma of Marie's hazelnut coffee filled the kitchen, a comforting familiar scent on this misty morning. A gentle breeze rustled the plants outside, promising a beautiful day. I felt it in my bones, a surge of optimism as I took a sip. "Mmm, perfect as always," I said, smiling at Marie. Seven years of marriage, and she still knew exactly how I liked it. She returned the smile, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. She sat down, a hesitant look on her face. "So… um… Can we talk?" A knot formed in my stomach, instantly hijacking the good mood. Her tone was unusual, laced with a nervousness I hadn't heard in years. The fog outside seemed to seep into the room, chilling the air. My heart pounded a little faster, the confident feeling of moments ago replaced by a budding unease.