ARIA'S POV
Saturday morning started the same way all her mornings started.
She woke up before six. Lay there for a few minutes in the quiet of the room. Reached for Damien's side of the bed automatically and found it empty, which happened sometimes when he had early calls or couldn't sleep.
She got up. Made her coffee in the blue chipped mug. Pulled on the oversized jumper she'd claimed from his wardrobe three weeks ago and that he hadn't asked for back.
She went to the garden.
The morning was clear. The kind of clear that meant the sky had decided to make an effort....pale and sharp and completely still, the grounds wet from overnight dew and catching the early light in a way that made everything look just slightly more real than usual.
She went to her bench.
