Zilia stepped back into the apartment, her body lightly sore from her evening gym session, the first in weeks since everything had unraveled in her life. She dabbed the sweat from her brow with a towel, quietly hoping Casaio wasn't home just yet.
"I still have time to cook his favorite dishes… maybe even bake a cake," she murmured to herself. "I wonder if he even remembers what today is."
As she pushed open the bedroom door, her steps slowed. Casaio was already there, standing by the wardrobe as though he'd just returned. His jacket was still draped over one arm.
"I heard you were working out," he said, turning to face her with a surprising glance. It had been a while since he'd seen her in gym clothes.
"I might have to leave for San Ravendale tomorrow," Casaio added, his tone shifting slightly.
Zilia's expression immediately tightened with concern. "Why? Is Gabriel all right? And Amelie?"
