- Aria -
The sun streamed through the large kitchen window, spilling golden light over the cluttered countertop, where a half-finished breakfast hovered in a bouquet of mismatched plates—eggs with too much salt, toast that was just a bit burnt, and the ever-constant cup of coffee that I clutched like a lifeline. It had been exactly two weeks since I had taken a leap of faith and cared for Sean after his accident. Two weeks of late-night conversations, soft laughter, and tentative rehabilitation punctuated by the persistent nag of the outside world that kept us all too aware of the chaos swirling beyond the safety of our little bubble.
"Aria, where's the peanut butter?" Sean's raspy voice pulled me from my reverie, and I turned to find him poking his head into the pantry, looking more ale
