The next morning, sunlight spilled through the sheer curtains onto the bed. I woke slowly. Most of the rash had faded, but I still felt weak and drained.
I started to get up, and Tristan heard the movement and came in to help me. "Go wash up first. Breakfast is ready."
My ears warmed. I leaned on him while I got ready, then we went to the dining room to eat.
At first, I felt awkward around his care. But he was thoughtful and respectful, and little by little I grew used to it.
Everything he made was what I liked best. For fruit after the meal, there were mangoes and peaches, my favorites. He knew I loved reading, so he had a big soft armchair just like the one at my old place in the study, and filled the shelves with books I enjoy.
I took sick leave from work to rest. Tristan shifted h
