Nikita P.O.V
I woke up clutching his blanket, sitting in the old rocking chair in my room. The sunlight was barely visible through the curtains. What time is it? I searched around for my phone, and finally found it on the desk. I tapped the screen, but nothing. Damn, dead.
A slight knock on the door made me jump. "Amor" my mother's sweet voice rang out as she cracked the door open. "Can I come in?" I looked around the room, and found an old charger to plug my phone into. "Yeah ma, come on in."
Mom walked through the door with a small try of food and coffee. She set it down on the desk and passed me my mug before grabbing hers and sitting in the chair in front of me. She was quiet while we both took the first sips, letting the caffeine settle before words could be spoke.
She glanced
