Aaron got home from helping with Jake’s physio, carrying dessert from Sookie’s in a couple of Styrofoam containers, a dessert he knew for a fact she loved. He shucked off his jacket and set the containers in the kitchen with his keys, frowning when he didn’t see her anywhere. Maybe he’d been too wrapped up in helping Jake.
His jacket hit the chair and he pulled off his clunky hiking boots, ones he’d never stop wearing if he could, and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Marta?” he called softly, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep. He pushed open the bedroom door and his eyes widened. “Marta?”