JULIA POV

Morning light slide across the hallway, sharp and golden, cutting the shadows into long strips. I'm still groggy, hair damp from my shower.

I step out to supervise breakfast as I recently learned Jerome always has his breakfast by 10: o'clock every morning so I need to make sure it is ready before then.

I know the chef got it covered but I want to be more involved in caring for him. 

Then  I saw Ciro.

He leaned against the wall as though he’d been waiting, ...