On the kitchen island, nestled in a makeshift nest of yellow towels, was Lilu. She wasn't a person, as Mark had first assumed. Lilu was a ginger kitten, so small she looked like a handful of spilled marmalade. Her eyes were still the cloudy blue of the very young, blinking slowly at the sudden intrusion of the sunlight.
A woman stepped into the frame. This was Julia. She was wearing an oversized linen shirt, her hair pulled back in a messy knot that was losing the battle against gravity. She wasn't looking at the lens; she was looking at something just off-camera, her expression a mix of exhausted triumph and pure, liquid adoration. The camera panned down. LiluJulia 01.h265.mp4
Mark hit "Repeat." He wanted to hear the refrigerator hum and Julia’s voice one more time. On the kitchen island, nestled in a makeshift