The next morning, Savannah woke up late. Her body felt heavier than usual, her back sore, and her stomach tight in strange ways. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes.
She remembered her promise to Adrian last night, how he made her swear she would stop working. She had agreed, but deep inside, she was still restless. She hated feeling weak. She hated feeling like she couldn’t take care of herself.
The smell of food reached her nose, and she blinked in surprise. When she walked into the living room, Adrian was already there, standing by the dining table.
“You cooked?” she asked softly.
Adrian looked at her, his face unreadable. “I ordered breakfast. Sit down.”
Savannah sat quietly. She picked up a spoon, but her hand was slow, tired. Adrian noticed everything. He leaned back,
