AGATHA
“Good morning, hon,” my husband whispered sweetly to me as I woke up and he tenderly touched my arm.
My body felt weak since yesterday when I woke up with a fever. It must be the effect of the change in temperature and the wind. It’s too cold in the mountains, especially in the morning and afternoon. I’m also tired from the journey because of the traffic we encountered when we arrived here in San Francisco, so maybe that’s why I’m feeling unwell.
“How do you feel now, hon?” Draven asked me with concern, feeling my forehead with his hand.
“I feel better now. My headache is gone,” I answered as I slowly got up and sat down.
“That’s great. Is it okay if Mommy comes later, around seven, and have dinner with us?” my husband asked me.
I smiled and said it’s okay and I have no proble
