I arrived at the main stairs with low spirits, but quite high anger. Another time I had eaten on the floor, another time I did it alone, but I was not going to throw in the towel. Daemon would end up opening those doors for me, even if it was to send me to hell, and, even so, I would take the opportunity to sneak in and enter, standing in the middle of his room until he agreed to eat with me.
We were married, so I had a lifetime to knock on that door.
I saw Gio make an appearance, and when she noticed I was walking down the stairs, she stopped.
“Fina! What do you do when you're not in bed?”
"I'm coming from your brother's room," I said discouraged.
“Are you still not up for going out during the day?”
“No.”
“Just give it time,” she smiled sweetly at me.
“At least you sleep together
