saw my silk robe draped across the reading chair by the French doors—with a note. As I put on my robe, tying it around my waist, I read Donnie’s words. Jazzy, You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you. Cleo and I are in the kitchen. I heard a rumor she’s a fan of pancakes. Meet us there? Donnie. My throat tightened.
