The Do Over - Part 3 - The Cost of Grace
Part 3 - The Cost of Grace Tony woke in the pre-morning darkness to the strange smell of coffee. Strange because he didn’t make it. He always made the coffee. He always was the one to get up early. “What is going on now?” He thought to himself. Chrissy had been acting awfully strange lately. Her moods, which were always a bit of an extreme, were now off the charts. Tony smiled at the thought of the feisty young woman he married. Then his brow furrowed with that worried look that he wore so often in recent days as he walked into the kitchen and saw Chrissy slouching over the counter near the coffee pot. “Hey whatcha doin’ up so early?” Tony asked softly, feeling like he was walking on eggshells. As Chrissy straightened up and turned to look at him, he noticed how dark and haggard her eyes looked. “I couldn’t sleep, so I thought I would make you some coffee,” Chrissy replied with a groggy rasp to her voice. Then grinned. “And me some too.” That just didn’t