Lilian's POV
The bedroom felt like a tomb, suffocated in darkness and silence. I was utterly alone.
Had Augusto even bothered coming home? I forced myself out of bed and stumbled toward the hallway, my body protesting every movement.
My knees buckled as I navigated the stairs, each step threatening to send me tumbling down.
Alicia was arranging cushions in the living room when she spotted me. "Ms. Sterling, you're finally up. Are you feeling hungry? I can prepare something for you right away," she offered with genuine concern.
I declined with a shake of my head, my stomach churning at the thought of food. "Did Augusto come back last night?"
"No, ma'am," Alicia answered softly. "Should I try reaching him for you?"
"Don't bother," I said, waving her off hastily.
The empty driveway outside confirmed what I already suspected. Those vivid memories of Augusto returning, of him tormenting me with cruel words, had been nothing more than fever-induced nightmares.
