Angel's POV
A few days after Salvatore's explosive outburst, put a knife through us individually the way we communicated or things we shared with one another. He focused on his work and while I focused my energy into other aspects of our vacations such as sight seeing, marveling at nature and when at home making meals. We barely spoke even when we ate, and during the night he buried himself with work and days with endless calls.
I survived worse in the orphanage. One year of his indifference towards me won't break me. I woke up and headed to the kitchen to make breakfast and was startled to the spot to see Ciara with an apron making breakfast.
"What are you doing here?"
She whips her neck, flashes a smile and goes back to stirring her meal.
"Breakfast will be ready." She e
