I was up before the sun again, chopping fruits with that heaviness still in my chest.
Lunch for Alia. Sandwiches, fruit, her favorite juice box. It's such a small thing, but it made me feel like I was holding on to something normal.
By the time I went back to the room. I heard Dominic groan from the bed. That low sound tired, dramatic sound like he hated waking up.
"Good morning, babe," he rasped, his voice was rough with sleep as he stretched.
I glanced at him, water running down my face. "Morning, Dom." I dropped the towel, reached for my shorts, pulling them on.
His hair was all messy, sticking out in every direction. He squinted at me. "So… you've been awake since, what, 4 a.m.? Why?"
I let out a sigh and tugged the waistband of my shorts into place. "I just wanted to get Alia's lunch ready."
He smirked, leaning back on his elbows. "You know, we could always just order food, right?"
