ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY SEVEN

SYLVIA'S POV

I woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains and felt a comforting warmth beside me. Beverly had stayed the night—a gesture of support I deeply appreciated. I carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake her, and padded quietly to the living room.

As I walked into the living room, I saw Raymond sprawled out on the couch, still fast asleep. It reminded me of how fortunate I was to have such caring friends who had shown remarkable patience and support during this tough time. I took a moment to appreciate their kindness before heading to the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. The aroma of the brewing coffee was a small comfort amidst the chaos of my thoughts.

The kitchen was quiet except for the soft humming of the coffee maker. I poured myself a steaming cup and leaned against the counter, letting the warmth seep into my fingers. Just as I took my first sip, Raymond stirred and sat up on the couch, blinking sleepily.

“Morning,” Raymond said, rubbing h