Tiffany woke up curled up next to her mother. Getting up, she headed toward the shower, whistling slightly. She felt...contented with being close to Cheryl.
She showered, tied back her hair neatly, and by the time she got out and got dressed, Cheryl had put up a pot of coffee. She sat down with a cup and turned on the TV as her mother took her shower, flipping through the channels till she settled on the local news.
By the time she finished, Cheryl had her purse and coat. "Ready to go?"
Tiffany grabbed the keys to the car. "Sure..." She had that odd feeling again. Something was definitely off this morning. But it felt so comfortable...she wasn't sure she minded.
