The Amber Glow
Anna sank into the plush leather armchair, letting her body melt into its warm embrace. She took in the familiar surroundings of Mark's study, comforted by the mundane details she had come to know over the past year. The oversized globe in the corner, its once glossy veneer now faded and worn. The mahogany bookshelves, curving with the weight of leatherbound volumes that likely hadn't been opened in decades. The antique clock on the mantel, its steady tick-tock slicing through the silence.