ANTONIO POV

She was still here.

That was the first thing I registered when I came downstairs and found her at the dining table with a cup of something warm between her hands and her eyes somewhere far away. Still here. Still in my house. Still within reach in a way that tomorrow would change and I wasn't going to spend time thinking about why that mattered as much as it did.

"Good morning." I pulled out the chair across from her.

She looked up. "Good morning, Antonio." She wrapped both hands tighter around her cup. "You're up early."

"I'm always up early."

"Earlier than usual then." She watched me...