Penelope
It's been seven days since Aaron arrived and refused to leave my side. Seven days of being fed, cared for, and fussed over like I'm made of glass. Seven days of feeling Melody slowly, steadily return to me.
She's not at full strength yet but she is getting there.
I can actually feel her presence,not the faint flicker of consciousness I was growing used to.
She stirs when I call to her, responds when I reach out and occasionally offers commentary on Aaron's overprotective tendencies.
“ He worries too much,’ she had grumbled this morning when Aaron insisted on helping me down the stairs.
“ He cares about us.” I corrected and felt her reluctant agreement.
I am sitting in the main hall, reviewing documents that Luca keeps bringing me despite my insistence that I'm stepping do
