Aria's POV
Morning.
First rain of winter. Light, steady.
Nina hopped onto the headboard, curled up by my pillow. Soft meow.
I'd had a nightmare, but the second I woke up, the details started fading. All that was left was this heavy sadness stuck in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
"Morning, Nina."
I pressed my temples, sat up against the headboard, and scooped Nina into my arms. She was warm and soft, like a little ball of cotton that could breathe.
Nina licked the back of my hand and gave a little "meow" back.
After lazing in bed for a bit, I called Walter to check on him.
Strangely, Walter ... who'd sounded so full of energy before ... now sounded weak on the phone. He coughed after just a few words, got sleepy, and seemed tired.
I asked the housekeeper about it. He sighed
