It was just before daybreak and Tonii stood alone in the kitchen. It was the first time in as long as she could remember that she cooked breakfast only for herself. The oatmeal simmered in the pan and she stirred without thinking. She was dressed lightly, her barely-transparent nightgown - and nothing else - clinging to her figure and cutting off around the mid-thigh. Normally at this hour, she’d be up and fully clothed,...