ARIA

I wake up to an empty bed, but Ryder prepared breakfast for me before he left and the sight of it spread on the kitchen counter really tugs at my heartstrings.

He's so good to me. So, so good.

I wouldn't have managed without him.

I sit at the dining table and scarf down the food he made me, starting with the scrambled eggs. I then go to the fruit salad and to wash it all down, I enjoy my cup of coffee with just a dash of milk in it.

It's around eleven, and though, technically, I don't ...