3RD PERSON’S POV
Stella stands before the stove, her hands moving mechanically as she chops vegetables and stirs the pot. However, her mind wanders away, barely hanging on to reality.
Jamie sits in the living room, his screams of protest muffled as the evening news fill the background. The same old routine.
She had told him earlier, when he asked of her whereabouts during the day, that she’s gone to see her Uncle, George. And he’d believed her without hesitation. She also explained that she would be going there often to keep the old man company since he had no kids or wife of his own.
Luca's words ring distantly in Stella's head. The sweet, savory scent of his cologne still hangs in the air, their steamy moments together replaying nonstop.
"Stella?", a voice calls out her name. Lost
