Hope POV
The next day, I came down for breakfast.
The house was filled with the warm aroma of banana cake.
I had to accept each and every moment after Ian's death reminds me of every single moment I spent with him.
"Good morning, madame. Would you like to try some banana cake?
I smiled at her.
"Sure," I answered.
She filled the plate with a small slice of banana cake and some fresh berries.
A glass of fresh juice and some croissant.
"I am not going to eat this much. Angela," I said.
As we were talking, Lucas came into the kitchen. He was ready to go somewhere urgently.
"Angela, give me a glass of juice. I am getting late." He passed the message to Angela and walked towards me.
I knew he came to say goodbye, but before he said, anything I told him to sit beside me for two minut
