FOUR YEARS AGO.
A FEW MONTHS AFTER THE DEATH OF ROD WILSON.
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)
Pete had just come in to check on Solana and she is laying in bed which has been the usual thing these days.
“Baby,” he said and she turned around and gave him a lazy smile. Then she sat up because he would smell her sit up when he gets to the bed anyway.
“How was your day?” She asked him after kissing him on the lips.
“Good. Have you gotten out of bed today?” He asked.
“I had a shower.”
“Have you had something to eat?” He asked her.
She gave him a guilty smile. “I don’t feel hungry.”
She said
“But you didn’t have dinner before you went to bed last night .” He told her
“I promise I’m fine.” She said
There was a silence. This was the way their conversations went these days. Pete did not want
