Aria's POV
I stood in the kitchen, carefully slicing apples into thin, even pieces. Beside me, a fresh banana smoothie sat in a glass, ready to be Jameson’s morning drink. His breakfast was simple but filling—avocado toast with a sprinkle of chia seeds and a side of sautéed mushrooms.
For lunch, I had prepared a quinoa salad with roasted chickpeas, cherry tomatoes, and a lemon-tahini dressing, all neatly packed in a new lunch flask that had multiple compartments. One held a small cup of hummus with carrot and cucumber sticks, and another had a tiny dessert—dark chocolate-covered almonds. I took pride in making sure he had balanced meals, but today, my mind felt a little scattered.
I was just about to pack everything when my phone rang. The sound startled me, making my hand slip slight
