The days following Rafael's return to the mansion settled into a strange routine.A routine that hurt Aria every second and confused Rafael more with each passing day.
Every morning, Aria woke up before sunrise.
She would quietly prepare everything before Rafael even stepped out of his room.His coffee,medicine, breakfast, schedule,clothes all of it.
Just as she had always done.
The only difference was that before, she did it as the woman he loved.
Now she did it as his "caretaker."
A title that stabbed her heart every time she heard it.Yet she never complained.Never once.Because seeing him alive was enough.
At least that's what she kept telling herself.
One morning, Rafael entered the dining room wearing a black shirt.
Immediately Aria noticed something.
The top button was missing.Without thinking, she walked over.
"Wait."
