For the first time, Nadia had woken up before Donnatielo, she stared at him as he peacefully slept, brushing her hand against his cheek. Because of his trip, she wanted him to sleep longer, despite the burning questions she had at the back of her mind. Gently, she slipped underneath his arm and out of the bed, tiptoeing, she reached the bathroom to freshen up, in front of the mirror she brushed her damp hair, taking out the tangles, when she was done, she washed her face and brushed her teeth.
While still in the bathroom, she picked up her clothes from the floor, some of the water that spilled on the floor was still there, she tried her hardest not to remember but it was still fresh in her head and probably wouldn't leave until the day she died. The clothes went into a basket and after sh
