Chapter 2Coffee tasted best on Mondays. That was what Jonas told himself as he put the coffee grounds in the coffeemaker. He added a spoon of unsweetened cocoa powder too. Chocolate and coffee always cheered him up, and he could use it this morning. It had nothing to do with it being Monday—he loved Mondays. It was the nightmare he’d had. He needed the taste of chocolate to chase away the remnants of it.
Cold sweat threatened to coat his skin, but he went to grab the milk in the fridge instead of allowing it. He didn’t do nightmares, didn’t let the past affect him.
He’d moved on.
And the day he moved on had been a Monday.
Mondays were great.
Good things happened on Mondays—unless you were a person who drank heavily on weekends, then you were more likely to have a heart attack on a Mon
