Chapter 43 Aria

• I sat on the seat by the window, gazing out over the gardens awaiting Rocco’s return. This tended to be my favorite place to sit now, but in this instance I was on edge as I wanted Rocco back here with me. I had no clue how he knew my favorite drink. He did not even need to ask...
• I remember the first time I tried it as a teenage girl… it had been so good… out with my Grandma, on one of our many girly shopping days, when we stopped into a new coffee shop and my Grandma suggested I try it… oddly, it had been one of her favorites, alongside tea. And the moment I had tried that first sip, I knew that wold be my favorite drink... I never had plain coffee again when out.
• I sighed heavily at the memory. I did miss her. My Grandma. I wonder how long she had been gone. They said she was gone, didn’t they? I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore. Everything felt so blurred. But, I felt a heavy sense of loss. Loss I did not want to feel, when the door to my room opened once more, and the lightness seemed to walk right back in alongside Beta Rocco.